Good Deeds Are Many, But Good Lives

In The Bleak Midwinter Frosty Wind Made Moan, Earth Stood Hard As Iron, Water Like A Stone; Snow Had Fallen, Snow On Snow, Snow On Snow, In The Bleak Midwinter, Long Ago.

When I Am Dead, My Dearest, Sing No Sad Songs For Me

Rest, Rest At The Heart's Core . . . Till Joy Shall Overtake.

And May You Happy Live, And Long Us Bless.

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.