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

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

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.

Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one to thank.