After Violent Emotion Most People And All

The Wild Hawk To The Wind-swept Sky The Deer To The Wholesome Wold; And The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid, As It Was In The Days Of Old.

Go Softly By That River Side Or When You Would Depart, You'll Find Its Every Winding Tied; And Knotted Round Your Heart.

He Travels The Fastest Who Travels Alone.

And The First Rude Sketch That The World Had Seen Was Joy To His Mighty Heart, Till The Devil Whispered Behind The Leaves 'it's Pretty, But Is It Art?'

Good Luck Go With You, O Chief Of The Wolves. And Good Luck And Strong White Teeth Go With Noble Children That They May Never Forget The Hungry In This World.