In The First Is The Last, In

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.