Once A Man Strays Out Of The

And Some Win Peace Who Spend The Skill Of Words To Sweeten Despair Of Finding Consolation Where Life Has But One Dark End.

As Long As I Live I Shall Always Be My Self - And No Other, Just Me.

Do Diddle Di Do, Poor Jim Jay Got Stuck Fast In Yesterday.

He Got Out Of Bed And Peeped Through The Blinds. To The East And Opposite To Him Gardens And An Apple-orchard Lay, And There In Strange Liquid Tranquility Hung The Morning Star, And Rose, Rilling Into The Dusk Of Night The First Grey Of Dawn. The Street Beneath Its Autumn Leaves Was Vacant, Charmed, Deserted.

Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely, Every Hour