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

We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.

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

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

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun

Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard, The heart that not yet--never yet--ah me! Made answer to my word.