And Hold Up To The Sun My

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.

Ah, Nut-brown Partridges! Ah, Brilliant Pheasants! And Ah, Ye Poachers!--'tis No Sport For Peasants.

The Devil Was The First Democrat

The Truly Brave Are Soft Of Heart And Eyes, And Feel For What Their Duty Bids Them Do.