Love Is Like A Rose, The Joy

All Things That Pass Are Wisdom's Looking-glass.

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith; Patience Is The Early Blossom On The Tree Of Faith.

Love Shall Be Our Token; Love Be Yours And Love Be Mine.

Oh That It Were With Me As With The Flower; Blooming On Its Own Tree For Butterfly And Bee Its Summer Morns: That I Might Bloom Mine Hour A Rose In Spite Of Thorns. Oh That My Work Were Done As Birds' That Soar Rejoicing In The Sun: That When My Time Is Run And Daylight Too, I So Might Rest Once More Cool With Refreshing Dew.

The Rose Saith In The Dewy Morn, I Am Most Fair; Yet All My Loveliness Is Born Upon A Thorn.