The Voice That Breathed O'er

Love Masters Agony; The Soul That Seemed Forsaken Feels Her Present God Again And In Her Father's Arms Contented Dies Away.

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

God Hath Sworn To Lift On High Who Sinks Himself By True Humility.

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

The Watchful Mother Tarries Nigh Though Sleep Have Closed Her Infant's Eye, For Should He Wake, And Find Her Gone.