Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious,

No Coward Soul Is Mine.

A Good Heart Will Help You To A Bonny Face, My Lad And A Bad One Will Turn The Bonniest Into Something Worse Than Ugly.

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.

I'm Wearying To Escape Into That Glorious World, And To Be Always There; Not Seeing It Dimly Through Tears, And Yearning For It Through The Walls Of An Aching Heart; But Really With It, And In It.

I Shall Smile When Wreaths Of Snow Blossom Where The Rose Should Grow.