Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.

Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.

One day in the country Is worth a month in town