I Have Something More To Do Than

A Babe Is Fed With Milk And Praise.

I Always Arrive Late At The Office, But I Make Up For It By Leaving Early.

This Very Night I Am Going To Leave Off Tobacco! Surely There Must Be Some Other World In Which This Unconquerable Purpose Shall Be Realised.

An Album Is A Garden, Not For Show Planted, But Use; Where Wholesome Herbs Should Grow.

The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls The Soul Of Music Shed, Now Hangs As Mute On Tara's Walls As If That Soul Were Fled. So Sleeps The Pride Of Former Days, So Glory's Thrill Is O'er; And Hearts That Once Beat High For Praise Now Feel That Pulse No More.