O Fateful Flower Beside The

A Birthday:-and Now A Day That Rose With Much Of Hope, With Meaning Rife- A Thoughtful Day From Dawn To Close: The Middle Day Of Human Life.

When Sparrows Build And The Leaves Break Forth My Old Sorrow Wakes And Cries.

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.

There Is But Halting For The Wearied Foot; The Better Way Is Hidden. Faith Hath Failed; One Stronger Far Than Reason Mastered Her. It Is Not Reason Makes Faith Hard, But Life.

I Have Lived To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered.