A Pin Has A Head, But Has

When I Am Dead, My Dearest, Sing No Sad Songs For Me

Why One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town; Is Worth A Day And A Year Of The Dusty, Musty, Lag-last Fashion That Days Drone Elsewhere.

Fair As The Moon And Joyful As The Light; Tot Wan With Waiting, Not With Sorrow Dim; Not As She Is, But Was When Hope Shone Bright; Not As She Is, But As She Fills His Dreams.

Let Bygones Be Bygones.

Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White.