In The Image Of The Lion Made

The Gazelles So Gentle And Clever Skip Lightly In Frolicsome Mood.

When'er Into Thine Eyes I See, All Pain And Sorrow Fly From Me. [ger., Wenn Ich In Deine Augen Sch' So Schwindet All' Mein Leid Und Weh.]

The Sun's Sweet Ray Is Hovering Discovered.

Graves They Say Are Warm'd By Glory; Foolish Words And Empty Story.

I Have Smelt All The Aromas There Are In The Fragrant Kitchen They Call Earth; And What We Can Enjoy In This Life, I Surely Have Enjoyed Just Like A Lord!