Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

Heaven Is The Presence Of God.

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

The Rose Saith In The Dewy Morn, I Am Most Fair; Yet All My Loveliness Is Born Upon A Thorn.

Spring's An Expansive Time: Yet I Don't Trust March With Its Peck Of Dust, Nor April With Its Rainbow-crowned Brief Showers, Nor Even May, Whose Flowers One Frost May Wither Thro' The Sunless Hours.

Hurt No Living Thing: Ladybird, Nor Butterfly, Nor Moth With Dusty Wing.