Because The Road Is Rough And Long,

He Never Could Have Loved Me, Or He Would Not Have Resigned Me So Willingly

Because The Road Is Rough And Long, Should We Despise The Skylark's Song?

She Left Me, Offended At My Want Of Sympathy, And Thinking, No Doubt, That I Envied Her. I Did Not - At Least, I Firmly Believed I Did Not.

My Soul Is Awakened, My Spirit Is Soaring And Carried Aloft On The Wings Of The Breeze.

But Smiles And Tears Are So Alike With Me, They Are Neither Of Them Confined To Any Particular Feelings: I Often Cry When I Am Happy, And Smile When I Am Sad.