Tis Human Actions Paint The Chart Of

A Mother's Love — How Sweet The Name! What Is A Mother's Love? — A Noble, Pure And Tender Flame, Enkindled From Above, To Bless A Heart Of Earthly Mould; The Warmest Love That Can Grow Cold; This Is A Mother's Love.

Eagle Of Flowers! I See Thee Stand, And On The Sun's Noon-glory Gaze; With Eye Like His, Thy Lids Expand, And Fringe Their Disk With Golden Rays: Though Fix'd On Earth, In Darkness Rooted There, Light Is Thy Element, Thy Dwelling Air, Thy Prospect Heaven.

Blue Thou Art, Intensely Blue; Flower, Whence Came Thy Dazzling Hue?

While Rose-buds Scarcely Show'd Their Hue, But Coyly Linger'd On The Thorn.

If God Hath Made This World So Fair, Where Sin And Death Abound, How Beautiful Beyond Compare Will Paradise Be Found!