I Have Seen Dawn And Sunset On

Life's Battle Is A Conquest For The Strong; The Meaning Shows In The Defeated Thing.

O Lovely Lily Clean, O Lily Springing Green, O Lily Bursting White, Dear Lily Of Delight, Spring In My Heart Agen That I May Flower To Men.

Each One Could Be A Jesus Mild, Each One Has Been A Little Child, A Little Child With Laughing Look, A Lovely White Unwritten Book; A Book That God Will Take, My Friend, As Each Goes Out At Journey's End.

It's A Warm Wind, The West Wind, Full Of Birds' Cries.

When Life Knocks At The Door No One Can Wait, When Death Makes His Arrest We Have To Go.