We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure

Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea.

Do you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true.

Moon and Sea You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest When your fond eyes smile near in perigee. But when that loving face is turned from me, Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear, And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear. You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.

All roads that lead to God are good.

It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back

We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.