A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

the shell must break before the bird can fly.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.