Oh that it were with me

As with the flower;

Blooming on its own tree

For butterfly and bee

Its summer morns:

That I might bloom mine hour

A rose in spite of thorns.

Oh that my work were done

As birds' that soar

Rejoicing in the sun:

That when my time is run

And daylight too,

I so might rest once more

Cool with refreshing dew.

Beautiful, delightful, noble, memorable, as is the world you and yours frequent, I yet am well content in my shady crevice.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

What is green? The grass is green,

With small flowers between.

What is violet? Clouds are violet

In the summer twilight.

What is orange? Why, an orange,

Just an orange!

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

I wish I could remember the first day,

First hour, first moment of your meeting me;

If bright or dim the season it might be;

Summer or winter for aught I can say.

So, unrecorded did it slip away,

So blind was i to see and to forsee,

So dull to mark the budding of my tree

That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.

Hope dead lives nevermore,

No, not in heaven.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth.

O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.

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.

I have a room whereinto no one enters

Save I myself alone:

There sits a blessed memory on a throne,

There my life centres.

For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.
What are brief? today and tomorrow.
What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.
What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.