Father, I Beg Of Thee A Little

What Should I Be But Just What I Am?

The Younger Generation Forms A Country Of Its Own. It Has No Geographical Boundaries. I've Talked With Young Hungarians In Budapest, With Young Italians In Rome, With Young Frenchmen In Paris, And With Young People All Over. ... These Young People Are Going To Do Things. They Are Going To Change Things.

To What Purpose, April, Do You Return Again? Beauty Is Not Enough.

No One But Night, With Tears On Her Dark Face, Watches Beside Me In This Windy Place.

Lord, I Do Fear Thou'st Made The World Too Beautiful This Year My Soul Is All But Out Of Me-let Fall No Burning Leaf; Prithee, Let No Bird Call.