What Kind Of Living Will It Be

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves. But If You Be Afraid Of Your Touchiness, You Must Ask Pardon, Mind, When She Comes In.

It’s No Company At All, When People Know Nothing And Say Nothing,’ She Muttered.

You Know, I've Had A Bitter, Hard Life Since I Last Heard Your Voice And If I've Survived It's All Because Of You.

And From The Midst Of Cheerless Gloom I Passed To Bright Unclouded Day.

Hush, My Darling! Hush, Hush, Catherine! I'll Stay. If He Shot Me So, I'd Expire With A Blessing On My Lips.