I Will But Confess The Sins Of

Many Miles Away There's A Shadow On The Door Of A Cottage On The Shore Of A Dark Scottish Lake.

Faces That Have Charmed Us The Most Escape Us The Soonest.

For A Laggard In Love, And A Dastard In War, Was To Wed The Fair Ellen Of Lochinvar.

Good Even, Good Fair Moon, Good Even To Thee. I Prithee, Dear Moon, Now Show To Me The Form And The Features, The Speech And Degree, Of The Man That True Lover Of Mine Shall Be.

Then Hush Thee, My Darling, Take Rest While You May, For Strife Comes With Manhood, And Waking With Day.