Shun Death, Is My Advice.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

Who Knows But The World May End Tonight

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.