I Love You For The Part Of

O, Brothers! Let Us Leave The Shame And Sin Of Taking Vainly In A Plaintive Mood, The Holy Name Of Grief--holy Herein, That, By The Grief Of One, Came All Our Good.

Silence Is The Best Response To A Fool.

First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed The Fingers Of This Hand Wherewith I Write; And, Ever Since, It Grew More Clean And White.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.

The Music Soars Within The Little Lark, And The Lark Soars.