The Glory Of The Garden Lies In

Your New-caught, Sullen Peoples, / Half-devil And Half Child.

Sing, For Faith And Hope Are High- None So True As You And I- Sing The Lovers' Litany: "love Like Ours Can Never Die!"

All We Have Of Freedom All We Use Or Know This Our Fathers Bought For Us Long And Long Ago

What Is The Moral? Who Rides May Read.

God Could Not Be Everywhere, And Therefore He Made Mothers.