I See Heaven's Glories Shine And Faith

What Kind Of Living Will It Be When You - Oh, God! Would You Like To Live With Your Soul In The Grave?

Love Is Like The Wild Rose-briar; Friendship Like The Holly-tree. The Holly Is Dark When The Rose-briar Blooms, But Which Will Bloom Most Constantly?

He Had The Hypocrisy To Represent A Mourner: And Previous To Following With Hareton, He Lifted The Unfortunate Child On To The Table And Muttered, With Peculiar Gusto, 'now, My Bonny Lad, You Are Mine! And We'll See If One Tree Won't Grow As Crooked As Another, With The Same Wind To Twist It!

He’s More Myself Than I Am

They Forgot Everything The Minute They Were Together Again.