Before A Day Was Over, Home Comes

Round The World And Home Again, That's The Sailor's Way!

Fairies, Arouse! Mix With Your Song Harplet And Pipe, Thrilling And Clear, Swarm On The Boughs! Chant In A Throng! Morning Is Ripe, Waiting To Hear.

Not Like Homer Would I Write, Not Like Dante If I Might, Not Like Shakespeare At His Best, Not Like Goethe Or The Rest, Like Myself, However Small, Like Myself, Or Not At All.

The Mother's Kiss Is The Sweetest Thing Ever.

Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou Spirit Of The Summer-time!