Hatred And Cark And Care, What Place

That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is Seen In Living Just As Though No God There Were.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

Go In Thy Native Innocence, Rely On What Thou Hast Of Virtue, Summon All, For God Towards Thee Hath Done His Part, Do Thine.

That's The Wise Thrush; He Sings Each Song Twice Over, Lest You Should Think He Never Could Recapture The First Fine Careless Rapture!