Love Shall Be Our Token; Love Be

It Is Not The Deed We Do Though The Deed Be Never So Fair, But The Love That The Dear Lord Looketh For, Hidden With Lovely Care In The Heart Of The Deed So Fair.

Tread Softly! All The Earth Is Holy Ground.

For One Man Is My World Of All The Men This Wide World Holds; O Love, My World Is You.

And May You Happy Live, And Long Us Bless.

I Watched A Rose-bud Very Long Brought On By Dew And Sun And Shower, Waiting To See The Perfect Flower: Then When I Thought It Should Be Strong It Opened At The Matin Hour And Fell At Even-song.