I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on...

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.

Spring bursts to-day, For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.

One by one the flowers close, Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon.

A sister is one who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.