Talk Sense To A Fool And He

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.