Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.