I Have So Much Of You In

Stop And Consider! Life Is But A Day

I Am Sailing With Thee Through The Dizzy Sky! How Beautiful Thou Art!

The World Is Too Brutal For Me-i Am Glad There Is Such A Thing As The Grave-i Am Sure I Shall Never Have Any Rest Till I Get There.

This Living Hand, Now Warm And Capable Of Earnest Grasping, Would, If It Were Cold And In The Icy Silence Of The Tomb, So Haunt Thy Days And Chill Thy Dreaming Nights That Thou Would Wish Thine Own Heart Dry Of Blood, So In My Veins Red Life Might Stream Again, And Thou Be Conscience-calm'd. See, Here It Is-- I Hold It Towards You.

Through Buried Paths, Where Sleepy Twilight Dreams The Summer Time Away.