No Coward Soul Is Mine, No Trembler

No Coward Soul Is Mine, No Trembler In The World's Storm-troubled Sphere.

I'll Walk Where My Own Nature Would Be Leading: It Vexes Me To Choose Another Guide: Where The Grey Flocks In Ferny Glens Are Feeding; Where The Wild Wind Blows On The Mountain-side.

What Kind Of Living Will It Be When You - Oh, God! Would You Like To Live With Your Soul In The Grave?

She Burned Too Bright For This World.

No Coward Soul Is Mine.