Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.