Obedience is the fruit of faith.
My heart is like a singing bird.
My heart is breaking for a little love
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.
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.