The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of

I Do Not Believe Anyone Can Be Perfectly Well, Who Has A Brain And A Heart

Something The Heart Must Have To Cherish, Must Love And Joy And Sorrow Learn; Something With Passion Clasp, Or Perish And In Itself To Ashes Burn.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.

Does Not All The Blood Within Me Leap To Meet Thee, Leap To Meet Thee, As The Springs To Meet The Sunshine.

History Casts Its Shadow Far Into The Land Of Song.