Heaven Is The Presence Of

In The Bleak Midwinter Frosty Wind Made Moan, Earth Stood Hard As Iron, Water Like A Stone; Snow Had Fallen, Snow On Snow, Snow On Snow, In The Bleak Midwinter, Long Ago.

Better By Far You Should Forget And Smile Than That You Should Remember And Be Sad.

Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The Way? Yes, To The Very End.

My Heart Is Like A Singing Bird Whose Nest Is In A Water'd Shoot; My Heart Is Like An Apple-tree Whose Boughs Are Bent With Thick-set Fruit.

Spring Bursts Today, For Love Is Risen And All The Earth's At Play.