Ah, When Shall Come Love's Courage To

Your Dollar Is Your Only Word, / The Wrath Of It Your Only Fear. / You Build It Altars Tall Enough / To Make You See, But Your Are Blind; / You Cannot Leave It Long Enough / To Look Before You Or Behind.

No Matter What We Are, And What We Sing, Time Finds A Withered Leaf In Every Laurel

Where's The Need Of Singing Now?

Shake The Tree Of Life Itself And Bring Down Fruits Unheard Of.

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.