In The Mouths Of Many Men Soft

Good-night! Good-night! As We So Oft Have Said Beneath This Roof At Midnight, In The Days That Are No More, And Shall No More Return. Thou Hast But Taken Up Thy Lamp And Gone To Bed; I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.

Welcome, My Old Friend, Welcome To A Foreign Fireside.

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts

All Nature ... Is A Respiration Of The Spirit Of God, Who, In Breathing Hereafter Will Inhale It Into His Bosom Again, So That Nothing But God Alone Will Remain.