All Clean And Comfortable I Sit Down

Who, Of Men, Can Tell That Flowers Would Bloom, Or That Green Fruit Would Swell To Melting Pulp, That Fish Would Have Bright Mail, The Earth Its Dower Of River, Wood, And Vale, The Meadows Runnels, Runnels Pebble-stones, The Seed Its Harvest, Or The Lute Its Tones, Tones Ravishment, Or Ravishment Its Sweet, If Human Souls Did Never Kiss And Greet?

Already With Thee! Tender Is The Night. . . But Here There Is No Light. . .

Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds, Ye Ardent Marigolds.

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.