Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.

He Loves To Sit And Hear Me Sing, Then, Laughing, Sports And Plays With Me; Then Stretches Out My Golden Wing, And Mocks My Loss Of Liberty.

I Am Going To That Country Which I Have All My Life Wished To See.

When Thou Seest An Eagle, Thou Seest A Portion Of Genius; Lift Up Thy Head!

Every Harlot Was A Virgin Once.

Little Fly, Thy Summer's Play My Thoughtless Hand Has Brushed Away. Am Not I A Fly Like Thee? Or Art Not Thou A Man Like Me? For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing!