Heaven is the presence of God.

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.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.