Reign, And Keep Life In This Our

When Sparrows Build And The Leaves Break Forth My Old Sorrow Wakes And Cries.

I Am Glad To Think I Am Not Bound To Make The World Go Right, But Only To Discover And To Do, With Cheerful Heart, The Work That God Appoints.

I Wish, And I Wish That The Spring Would Go Faster, Nor Long Summer Bide So Late; And I Could Grow On Like The Foxglove And Aster, For Some Things Are Ill To Wait.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.