Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.