Sweet Is The Smile Of

The Deeds We Do, The Words We Say,into Still Air They Seem To Fleet;we Count Them Ever Past;but They Shall Last -in The Dread Judgment Theyand We Shall Meet.

Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days. They Shine By Giving Back The Rays.

Why Should We Faint And Fear To Live Alone,since All Alone, So Heaven Has Willed, We Die?nor Even The Tenderest Heart, And Next Our Own,knows Half The Reasons Why We Smile And Sigh.

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

The Voice That Breathed O'er Eden, That Earliest Wedding Day.