The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Spring is when life’s alive in everything.
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth’s full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower.
All earth’s full rivers can not fill the sea that drinking thirsteth still.
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.
It’s surely summer. for there’s a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief: – We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.
It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.
Good deeds are many, but good lives are few...
Heaven is the presence of God.
O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.
A pin has a head, but has no hair.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are bound to understand or account for all its utterances.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.