No star is ever lost we once have seen,We always may be what we might have been.

No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been.

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Dreams grow holy put in action

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.