Does the road wind up-hill all the way? / Yes, to the very end. / Will the day's journey take the whole long day? / From morn to night, my friend.

Remember me when I am gone away, / Gone far away into the silent land. / Better by far you should forget and smile / Than you should remember and be sad.

Christmas hath a beauty / Lovelier than the world can show: / For Christmas bringeth Jesus, / Brought for us so low.

Beautiful, delightful, noble, memorable, as is the world you and yours frequent, I yet am well content in my shady crevice.

Spring bursts to-day, / For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.

Open wide the window of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration and love.

June the month of months / Flowers and fruitage brings too, / When green trees spread shadiest boughs, / When each wild bird sings too.

For there is no friend like a sister / In calm or stormy weather; / To cheer one on the tedious way, / To fetch one if one goes astray, / To lift one if one totters down, / To strengthen whilst one stands.

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth, Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth, Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white, Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight. Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth, But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.