My heart is like a singing bird.
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.