Good Deeds Are Many, But Good Lives

The Lilies Say: Behold How We Preach Without Words Of Purity.

Silence Is More Musical Than Any Song.

What Is Pink? A Rose Is Pink By The Fountain's Brink.

It Is Not The Deed We Do Though The Deed Be Never So Fair, But The Love That The Dear Lord Looketh For, Hidden With Lovely Care In The Heart Of The Deed So Fair.

Where Are The Songs I Used To Know, Where Are The Notes I Used To Sing? I Have Forgotten Everything I Used To Know So Long Ago. ("the Key-note")