Spring Bursts Today, For Love Is Risen

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.

Hope Is Like A Harebell, Trembling From Its Birth,love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth,faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White,love Is Like A Lovely Rose, The World's Delight.harebells And Sweet Lilies Show A Thornless Growth,but The Rose With All Its Thorns Excels Them Both.

Love Came Down At Christmas, Love All Lovely, Love Divine; Love Was Born At Christmas; Star And Angels Gave The Sign.

Who Has Seen The Wind? Neither You Nor I But When The Trees Bow Down Their Heads, The Wind Is Passing By.

Gone Were But The Winter, Come Were But The Spring, I Would Go To A Covert Where The Birds Sing; Where In The Whitethorn Singeth A Thrush, And A Robin Sings In The Holly-bush. Full Of Fresh Scents Are The Budding Boughs Arching High Over A Cool Green House: Full Of Sweet Scents, And Whispering Air Which Sayeth Softly: We Spread No Snare; Here Dwell In Safety, Here Dwell Alone, With A Clear Stream And A Mossy Stone. Here The Sun Shineth Most Shadily; Here Is Heard An Echo Of The Far Sea, Though Far Off It Be.