Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty !

It Is Easier To Forgive An Enemy Than To Forgive A Friend.

Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou Know Who Made Thee?

He Who Doubts From What He Sees Will Ne'er Believe, Do What You Please.