I Am Sailing With Thee Through The

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

Let Us Away, My Love, With Happy Speed; There Are No Ears To Hear, Or Eyes To See, - Drown'd All In Rhenish And The Sleepy Mead. Awake! Arise! My Love And Fearless Be, For O'er The Southern Moors I Have A Home For Thee.

Soft Closer Of Our Eyes! Low Murmur Of Tender Lullabies!

Deep In The Shady Sadness Of A Vale Far Sunken From The Healthy Breath Of Morn, Far From The Fiery Noon And Eve's One Star, Sat Gray-haired Saturn, Quiet As A Stone, Still As The Silence Round About His Lair.