Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth.
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.