Success Is The Brand On The Brow

Love Is A Flame To Set The Will On Fire

It's A Warm Wind, The West Wind, Full Of Birds' Cries.

Each One Could Be A Jesus Mild, Each One Has Been A Little Child, A Little Child With Laughing Look, A Lovely White Unwritten Book; A Book That God Will Take, My Friend, As Each Goes Out At Journey's End.

The Thames Is A Wretched River After The Mersey And The Ships Are Not Like Liverpool Ships And The Docks Are Barren Of Beauty ... It Is A Beastly Hole After Liverpool; For Liverpool Is The Town Of My Heart And I Would Rather Sail A Mudflat There Than Command A Clipper Out Of London

The Distant Soul Can Shake The Distant Friend's Soul And Make The Longing Felt, Over Untold Miles.