Last Night, I Was On The Threshold

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.

I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half-savage And Hardy, And Free.

Hush, My Darling! Hush, Hush, Catherine! I'll Stay. If He Shot Me So, I'd Expire With A Blessing On My Lips.

No Coward Soul Is Mine.

Still Let My Tyrants Know, I Am Not Doomed To Wear Year After Year In Gloom, And Desolate Despair; A Messenger Of Hope Comes Every Night To Me, And Offers For Short Life, Eternal Liberty.