He That Lives Well Sees A Farre

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.

Danger It Selfe The Best Remedy For Danger.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.

Could Have Recovered Greenness?