My Hope And Treasure Lies Above

The Stones And Trees, Insensible To Time, / Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen; / If Winter Come, And Greenness Then Do Fade / A Spring Returns, And They More Youthful Made; / But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

If Ever Wife Was Happy In A Man, Compare With Me, Ye Women If You Can.

I Happy Am, If Well With You.

I Prize Thy Love More Than Whole Mines Of Gold Or All The Riches That The East Doth Hold.

When I Behold The Heavens As In Their Prime, And Then The Earth (though Old) Still Clad In Green, The Stones And Trees, Insensible Of Time, Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen