I Was Not Always A Man Of

O Come Ye In Peace Here, Or Come Ye In War, Or To Dance At Our Bridal, Young Lord Lochinvar?

Some Touch Of Nature's Genial Glow.

Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With Less Of Earth In Them Than Heaven.

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.

But With Morning Cool Repentance Came.