I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose.

Vinnie Rocks Her Garden And Moans That God Won't Help Her. I Suppose He Is Too Busy Getting Angry With The Wicked Every Day.

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

Spring Is The Period Express From God.

Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish, Or To Live?