That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is

Pippa's Song The Year's At The Spring The Day's At The Morn Morning's At Seven, The Hill Side's Dew-pearled The Lark's On The Wing The Snail's On The Thorn God's In His Heaven- All's Right With The World

Shun Death, Is My Advice.

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.

Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

I Judge People By What They Might Be, - Not Are, Nor Will Be.