Love Spends His All, And Still Hath

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.

America, Thou Half-brother Of The World; With Something Good And Bad Of Every Land.

The Dew, 'tis Of The Tears Which Stars Weep, Sweet With Joy.