For there is no friend like a sisterIn 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

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sangWhen life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

My life is like a singing bird.

I'll love him til he loves me bestMe best of all, Maude Clare

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.