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

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.