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In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.
Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.
What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.
Silence is more musical than any song.
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.
What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb. If I were a Wise Man I would do my part. Yet what can I give Him? I give Him my heart.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me
Flowers preach to us if we will hear.
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.
The sea hath no king but God alone.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one to thank.
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.
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.
And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth.
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity.
A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.
Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play.
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.
My heart is breaking for a little love
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.
Obedience is the fruit of faith.
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.
Let bygones be bygones.
One day in the country Is worth a month in town
Heaven is the presence of God.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.