O Passing Angel, Speed Me With A

Where Innocent Bright-eyes Daisies Are With Blades Of Grass Between, Each Daisy Stands Up Like A Star Out Of A Sky Of Green.

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.

For There Is No Friend Like A Sister In Calm Or Stormy Weather.

Choose Love Not In The Shallows But In The Deep.

Heaven Is The Presence Of God.