It Is Always The Latest Song That

It Is The Bold Man Who Every Time Does Best, At Home Or Abroad.

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.