And All Winds Go Sighing For Sweet

O Passing Angel, Speed Me With A Song, A Melody Of Heaven To Reach My Heart And Rouse Me To The Race And Make Me Strong.

Better By Far You Should Forget And Smile Than That You Should Remember And Be Sad.

She Cried, "laura," Up The Garden, "did You Miss Me? Come And Kiss Me. Never Mind My Bruises, Hug Me, Kiss Me, Suck My Juices Squeezed From Goblin Fruits For You, Goblin Pulp And Goblin Dew. Eat Me, Drink Me, Love Me; Laura, Make Much Of Me; For Your Sake I Have Braved The Glen And Had To Do With Goblin Merchant Men.

For There Is No Friend Like A Sister In Calm Or Stormy Weather.

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.