Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The

Heaven Is The Presence Of God.

Love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth.

Oh Roses For The Flush Of Youth, And Laurel For The Perfect Prime; But Pluck An Ivy Branch For Me Grown Old Before My Time.

To Me It Seems Our Duty Towards The Bible Is To Obey Its Teaching In Faith. I Do Not Think We Are Bound To Understand Or Account For All Its Utterances.

Not As She Is, But As She Fills His Dream