Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High

I Have No Wit, No Words, No Tears; My Heart Within Me Like A Stone Is Numb'd Too Much For Hopes Or Fears; Look Right, Look Left, I Dwell Alone; I Lift Mine Eyes, But Dimm'd With Grief No Everlasting Hills I See; My Life Is In The Falling Leaf: O Jesus, Quicken Me.

Spring's An Expansive Time: Yet I Don't Trust March With Its Peck Of Dust, Nor April With Its Rainbow-crowned Brief Showers, Nor Even May, Whose Flowers One Frost May Wither Thro' The Sunless Hours.

And All Winds Go Sighing For Sweet Things Dying.

For There Is No Friend Like A Sister In Calm Or Stormy Weather.

Can Anything Be Sadder Than Work Left Unfinished? Yes, Work Never Begun.