The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.

A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.