Love Shall Be Our Token; Love Be

Observe This Dew-drenched Rose Of Tyrian Gardens A Rose Today. But You Will Ask In Vain Tomorrow What It Is; And Yesterday It Was The Dust, The Sunshine, And The Rains.

Choose Love Not In The Shallows But In The Deep.

When I Am Dead, My Dearest, Sing No Sad Songs For Me

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.

The Lilies Say: Behold How We Preach Without Words Of Purity.