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Who Can Fear Too Many Stars, Though Each In Heaven Shall Roll- Too Many Flowers, Though Each Shall Crown The Year? Say Thou Dost Love Me, Love Me, Love Me-toll The Silver Iterance!-only Minding, Dear, To Love Me Also In Silence, With Thy Soul.

Never Say No When The World Says Aye.

Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.

Oh, The Little Birds Sang East, And The Little Birds Sang West.

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.