Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

My heart is like a singing bird.

Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

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.