Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

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

One day in the country Is worth a month in town

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.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

And may you happy live, And long us bless.