A pin has a head, but has no hair
I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.