A Face To Lose Youth For, To

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

What A Thing Friendship Is - World Without End.

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.

The Curious Crime, The Fine Felicity And Flower Of Wickedness.