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

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

We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.

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.

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