Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

Love Shall Be Our Token; Love Be Yours And Love Be Mine.

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.

It's Surely Summer. For There's A Swallow: Come One Swallow, His Mate Will Follow, The Bird Race Quicken And Wheel And Thicken.

Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White.

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.