Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As

We Are Here To Learn To Endure The Beams Of Love

O Autumn, Laden With Fruit, And Stained With The Blood Of The Grape, Pass Not, But Sit Beneath My Shady Roof; There Thou May'st Rest, And Tune Thy Jolly Voice To My Fresh Pipe; And All The Daughters Of The Year Shall Dance! Sing Now The Lusty Song Of Fruit And Flowers.

They Who Forgive Most Shall Be Most Forgiven.

We Are Led To Believe A Lie When We See Not Through The Eye.

I Myself Do Nothing. The Holy Spirit Accomplishes All Through Me.