A Saint Abroad, And A Devil At

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.

The Life Blood Streaming Thro' My Heart, Or My More Dear Immortal Part, Is Not More Fondly Dear.

I Preach Deliverance To Others, I Tell Them There Is Freedom, While I Hear My Own Chains Clang.

You Have Chosen The Roughest Road, But It Leads Straight To The Hilltops.

The Name Of The Slough Was Despond.