What Can I Give Him, Poor As

There Is No Time Like Spring When Life's Alive In Everything, Before New Nestlings Sing, Before Cleft Swallows Speed Their Journey Back Along The Trackless Track.

Spring Is When Life's Alive In Everything.

My Life Is Like A Faded Leaf, My Harvest Dwindled To A Husk: Truly My Life Is Void And Brief And Tedious In The Barren Dusk; My Life Is Like A Frozen Thing, No Bud Nor Greenness Can I See: Yet Rise It Shall - The Sap Of Spring; O Jesus, Rise In Me.

What Are Heavy? Sea-sand And Sorrow. What Are Brief? Today And Tomorrow. What Are Frail? Spring Blossoms And Youth. What Are Deep? The Ocean And Truth.

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