I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As

I Love Thee - I Love Thee, 'tis All That I Can Say, It Is My Vision In The Night, My Dreaming In The Day.

The Year's In Wane; There Is Nothing Adorning; The Night Has No Eve, And The Day Has No Morning; Cold Winter Gives Warning!

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!

Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity Under The Sun!

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.