Songs Of Praise The Angels Sang, Heav'n

Eternity: A Moment Standing Still For Ever.

Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire, Uttered Or Unexpressed, The Motion Of A Hidden Fire That Trembles In The Breast. Prayer Is The Burden Of A Sigh, The Falling Of A Tear, The Upward Glancing Of An Eye When None But God Is Near.

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

When Evening Closes Nature's Eye, The Glow-worm Lights Her Little Spark To Captivate Her Favorite Fly And Tempt The Rover Through The Dark.

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.