She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth. |
Silence is more musical than any song. |
To strengthen whilst one stands. |
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts: and no one to thank |
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 I can I give him— Give my heart. |
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me |