Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

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

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.