Hatred And Cark And Care, What Place

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

Grow Old With Me. The Best Is Yet To Be. The Last Of Life For Which The First Was Made.

Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

Wander At Will, Day After Day,-- Wander Away, Wandering Still-- Soul That Canst Soar! Body May Slumber: Body Shall Cumber Soul-flight No More.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.