Rest, Rest At The Heart's Core .

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.

Were There No God, We Would Be In This Glorious World With Grateful Hearts, And No One To Thank.

Spring Bursts Today, For Love Is Risen And All The Earth's At Play.

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

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