The Smoking Flax Before It Burst To

The Swallow Is Come! The Swallow Is Come! O, Fair Are The Seasons, And Light Are The Days That She Brings, With Her Dusky Wings, And Her Bosom Snowy White!

Day Of The Lord, As All Our Days Should Be!

All Was Silent As Before - All Silent Save The Dripping Rain.

Art Is The Gift Of God, And Must Be Used Unto His Glory.

O, Though Oft Oppressed And Lonely, All My Fears Are Laid Aside, If I But Remember Only Such As These Have Lived And Died!