Life, Struck Sharp On Death, Makes Awful

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.

Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.

Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

Unless You Can Feel When The Song Is Done No Other Is Sweet In Its Rhythm; Unless You Can Feel When Left By One That All Men Else Go With Him.