The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
Silence is more musical than any song.
It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
One day in the country Is worth a month in town