I Am Athirst For God, The Living

Crowds Of Bees Are Giddy With Clover Crowds Of Grasshoppers Skip At Our Feet, Crowds Of Larks At Their Matins Hang Over, Thanking The Lord For A Life So Sweet.

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

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The Daffodil, The Daffodil!

O Woman! Thou Wert Fashioned To Beguile: So Have All Sages Said, All Poets Sung.

Tears Are The Showers That Fertilize This World.