Were There No God, We Would Be

Why Does The Sea Moan Evermore? Shut Out From Heaven It Makes Its Moan, It Frets Against The Boundary Shore; All Earth's Full Rivers Cannot Fill The Sea, That Drinking Thirsteth Still.

The Violets Whisper From The Shade Which Their Own Leaves Have Made: Men Scent Our Fragrance On The Air, Yet Take No Heed Of Humble Lessons We Would Read.

Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The Way? Yes, To The Very End.

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.

Better By Far You Should Forget And Smile Than That You Should Remember And Be Sad.