O Fateful Flower Beside The

For Hearts Where Wakened Love Doth Lurk, How Fine, How Blest A Thing Is Work! For Work Does Good When Reasons Fail.

And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart Through Years Of Rankling Pain.

I Have Lived Life Long Enough To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered

From Henceforth Thou Shalt Learn That There Is Love To Long For, Pureness To Desire, A Mount Of Consecration It Were Good To Scale.

How Gently Rock Yon Poplars High Against The Reach Of Primrose Sky With Heaven's Pale Candles Stored.