Some Sigh For This And That; My

Peace And Rest At Length Have Come, All The Day's Long Toil Is Past; And Each Heart Is Whispering, "home, Home At Last!"

The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees, No Fruits, No Flowers, No Leaves, No Birds - November!

So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years, In All The Bliss That Life Endears

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.