Every House Where Love Abides And Friendship

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.

A Flawless Cup: How Delicate And Fine The Flowing Curve Of Every Jewelled Line! Look, Turn It Up Or Down, 'tis Perfect Still-- But Holds No Drop Of Life's Heart-warming Wine.

A Tear That Trembles For A Little While Upon The Trembling Eyelid, Till The World Wavers Within Its Circle Like A Dream, Holds More Of Meaning In Its Narrow Orb Than All The Distant Landscape That It Blurs.

Lord, When My Spirit Shall Return To Thee, At The Foot Of A Friendly Tree Let My Body Be Buried, That This Dust May Rise And Rejoice Among The Branches.

For Those Who Love... Time Is Eternity.