Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
My heart is like a singing bird.
Obedience is the fruit of faith.