I Should, Many A Good Day, Have

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

There's Music In The Sighing Of A Reed; There's Music In The Gushing Of A Rill; There's Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears; The Earth Is But The Music Of The Spheres.

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister