And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

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

Rejoice That Man Is Hurled, From Change To Change Unceasingly, His Soul's Wings Never Furled!

Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbeloving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past- Oh, Never Call It Loving!

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

Would You Have Your Songs Endure? Build On The Human Heart.