None But Yourself Who Are Your Greatest

The Day Is Dark And Cold And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind Is Never Weary.

Fair Words Gladden So Many A Heart.

Sang In Tones Of Deep Emotion Songs Of Love And Songs Of Longing.

Every Man Is In Some Sort A Failure To Himself. No One Ever Reaches The Heights To Which He Aspires.

Ah, The Souls Of Those That Die Are But Sunbeams Lifted Higher.