Not As She Is, But As She

Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The Way? Yes, To The Very End.

Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White.

O Lord, I Cannot Plead My Love Of Thee: I Plead Thy Love Of Me: - The Shallow Conduit Hails The Unfathomed Sea.

Remember Me When I Am Gone Away, Gone Far Away Into The Silent Land.

To Her Whose Heart Is My Heart's Quiet Home, To My First Love, My Mother, On Whose Knee I Learnt Love-lore That Is Not Troublesome.