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Let bygones be bygones.
Heaven is the presence of God.
My heart is like a singing bird.
Obedience is the fruit of faith.
A pin has a head, but has no hair
Flowers preach to us if we will hear.
Silence is more musical than any song.
My heart is breaking for a little love
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
And may you happy live, And long us bless.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.
Hope dead lives nevermore, No, not in heaven.
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.
One day in the country Is worth a month in town
Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.
And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
What is pink? A rose is pink By the fountain's brink.
The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.
The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower
Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore.
All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still.
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.
A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
Obedience is the fruit of faith; patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.
For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
Born in a stable, Cradled in a manger, In the world His hands have made, Born a stranger.
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn.
What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.