Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?

The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterward remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.