Softly The Evening Came /with The Sunset/.

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.

In December Ring Every Day The Chimes; Loud The Gleemen Sing In The Streets Their Merry Rhymes. Let Us By The Fire Ever Higher Sing Them Till The Night Expire!

A Town That Boasts Inhabitants Like Me Can Have No Lack Of Good Society.

At Daybreak, On The Bleak Sea-beach, A Fisherman Stood Aghast, To See The Form Of A Maiden Fair, Lashed Close To A Drifting Mast.

I Love An Author The More For Having Been Himself A Lover Of Books.