Time's Waters Will Not Ebb Nor Stay.

The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish All We Ought To Ask.

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

Why Should We Faint And Fear To Live Alone,since All Alone, So Heaven Has Willed, We Die?nor Even The Tenderest Heart, And Next Our Own,knows Half The Reasons Why We Smile And Sigh.

Pride Of The Dewy Morning, The Swain's Experienced Eye From Thee Takes Timely Warning. Nor Trusts The Gorgeous Sky.

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.