Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.

He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.

I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.

The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.

Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.