Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.

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.

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.

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