The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.

Do Ye Hear The Children Weeping, O My Brothers?

You're Something Between A Dream And A Miracle.

He Who Breathes Deepest Lives Most.

Life Treads On Life, And Heart On Heart; We Press Too Close In Church And Mart To Keep A Dream Or Grave Apart.