Then Wilt Thou Not Be Loath To

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East, And Leads With Her The Flowery May, Who From Her Green Lap Throws The Yellow Cowslip And The Pale Primrose. Hail, Bounteous May, That Dost Inspire Mirth, And Youth, And Warm Desire! Woods And Groves Are Of Thy Dressing; Hill And Dale Doth Boast Thy Blessing. Thus We Salute Thee With Our Early Song, And Welcome Thee, And Wish Thee Long.

Solitude Is Sometimes The Best Society.

The End Of All Learning Is To Know God, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love And Imitate Him.

What Can 'scape The Eye Of God, All-seeing, Or Deceive His Heart. Omniscient!

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!