The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

Take Away Love And Our Earth Is A Tomb.

Wander At Will, Day After Day,-- Wander Away, Wandering Still-- Soul That Canst Soar! Body May Slumber: Body Shall Cumber Soul-flight No More.