To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.

Ye Mariners Of England! That Guard Our Native Seas; Whose Flag Has Braved A Thousand Years, The Battle And The Breeze!

Love's A Fire That Needs Renewal Of Fresh Beauty For Its Fuel.

Triumphal Arch, That Fill'st The Sky When Storms Prepare To Part, I Ask Not Proud Philosophy To Teach Me What Thou Art.

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!