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

Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.

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

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

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

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.