I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and

The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'

New Angel Mine, Unhoped For In The World!

She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life, She Called A Virtuous Life, A Quiet Life, Which Was Not Life At All (but That She Had Not Lived Enough To Know)

The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call Love.

Get Work, Get Work; Be Sure 'tis Better Than What You Work To Get.