Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.

In The Hour Of My Distress, When Temptations Me Oppress, And When I My Sins Confess, Sweet Spirit, Comfort Me.

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

It Is The End That Crowns Us, Not The Fight.

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.