Love Is A Flame To

All Ye That Pass By! While We Least Think It He Prepares His Mate. Mate, And The King's Pawn Played, It Never Ceases, Though All The Earth Is Dust Of Taken Pieces.

Oh Some Are Fond Of Spanish Wine, And Some Are Fond Of French.

It May Be That We Cease; We Cannot Tell. Even If We Cease, Life Is A Miracle.

Each One Could Be A Jesus Mild, Each One Has Been A Little Child, A Little Child With Laughing Look, A Lovely White Unwritten Book; A Book That God Will Take, My Friend, As Each Goes Out At Journey's End.

Life's Battle Is A Conquest For The Strong; The Meaning Shows In The Defeated Thing.