Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

O Lyric Love, Half Angel And Half Bird. And All A Wonder And A Wild Desire.

Ambition Is Not What Man Does... But What Man Would Do.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

My Sun Sets To Rise Again.