Rest, Rest At The Heart's Core .

My Heart Is Breaking For A Little Love

Oh Roses For The Flush Of Youth, And Laurel For The Perfect Prime; But Pluck An Ivy Branch For Me Grown Old Before My Time.

Christmas Hath A Beauty ... Lovelier Than The World Can Show.

And Sometimes I Remember Days Of Old When Fellowship Seemed Not So Far To Seek, And All The World And I Seemed Much Less Cold, And At The Rainbow's Foot Lay Surely Gold, And Hope Felt Strong, And Life Itself Not Weak.

My Heart Is Like A Singing Bird.