He That Climbs A Ladder Must Begin

Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.

Oh, Brignall Banks Are Wild And Fair, And Greta Woods Are Green, And You May Gather Garlands There Would Grace A Summer's Queen.

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.