The Sea Heaves Up, Hangs Loaded O'er

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So He Waited.