How Short Our Happy Days Appear! How

I Am Athirst For God, The Living God.

We Wish For More In Life Rather Than More Of It.

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.

Work Is Its Own Best Earthly Meed, Else Have We None More Than The Sea-born Throng Who Wrought Those Marvellous Isles That Bloom Afar.

The Moon Looks Upon Many Night Flowers; The Night Flowers See But One Moon.