There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will.

The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend / As a man and a woman that plight / Their troth in the warm spring night.

And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.

I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.

For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.

EXPRESSIONS Look without! Behold the beauty of the day, The shout of color to glad color, rocks and trees, and sun and seas, and wind and sky: All these are God's expression, art work of His hand, which men must love ere they can understand.

There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will.