I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, ''Where? What?'' and turn away.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

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.