Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One

Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It.

I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.