Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His

Sweet Love Of Youth, Forgive, If I Forget Thee, While The World's Tide Is Bearing Me Along; Sterner Desires And Darker Hopes Beset Me, Hopes Which Obscure, But Cannot Do Thee Wrong.

Last Night, I Was On The Threshold Of Hell. To-day, I Am Within Sight Of My Heaven. I Have My Eyes On It: Hardly Three Feet To Sever Me!

How Cruel, Your Veins Are Full Of Ice-water And Mine Are Boiling

I See Heaven's Glories Shine And Faith Shines Equal.

Nay, You'll Be Ashamed Of Me Everyday Of Your Life," He Answered; "and The More Ashamed, The More You Know Me; And I Cannot Bide It.