'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.

Old Time The Clock-setter.

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

Unbidden Guests Are Often Welcomest When They Are Gone.