Never Yet Was A Springtime,

Love Turns All The Wheels Of Human Industry, Is The Motive Power Under The World's Machinery, Makes Worthwhile Every Enterprise On The Earth, Is Coequal With Life, Outlasts Death, And Reaches Onward Into Heaven.

I Thank You, God, In Heaven, For Friends.

No One Should Teach Who Is Not In Love With Teaching.

... Love Is Heaven And Claims Its Own.

At Christmas-tide The Open Hand Scatters Its Bounty O'er Sea And Land, And None Are Left To Grieve Alone, For Love Is Heaven And Claims Its Own.