Hope Dead Lives Nevermore, No, Not In

What Is Pink? A Rose Is Pink By The Fountain's Brink.

Can Anything Be Sadder Than Work Left Unfinished? Yes, Work Never Begun.

For I Am Bound With Fleshly Bands, Joy, Beauty, Lie Beyond My Scope; I Strain My Heart, I Stretch My Hands, And Catch At Hope.

And May You Happy Live, And Long Us Bless.

Open Wide The Windows Of Our Spirits And Fill Us Full Of Light; Open Wide The Door Of Our Hearts, That We May Receive And Entertain Thee With All Our Powers Of Adoration.