My Soul Is Full Of Longing For

The Sea Hath Its Pearls The Heaven Hath Its Stars But My Heart, My Heart Has Its Love.

My Own Thoughts Are My Companions.

Perhaps There Lives Some Dreamy Boy, Untaught In Schools, Some Graduate Of The Field Or Street, Who Shall Become A Master Of Art, An Admiral Sailing The High Seas Of Thought Fearless And First, And Steering With His Fleet For Lands Not Yet Laid Down In Any Chart.

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.

Sang In Tones Of Deep Emotion Songs Of Love And Songs Of Longing.