In This Short Life That Only Lasts

My Best Acquaintances Are Those With Whom I Spoke No Word

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die. Beauty, Mercy Have On Me! Yet If I Expire To-day Let It Be In Sight Of Thee!

This So Much Joy! This So Much Joy! If I Should Fail, What Poverty! And Yet, As Poor As I Have Ventured All Upon A Throw; Have Gained! Yes! Hesitated So This Side The Victory!

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away