My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must

But With Morning Cool Repentance Came.

Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have I Broken, But My Word Never.

One Or Two Of These Scoundrel Statesmen Should Be Shot Once A-year, Just To Keep The Others On Their Good Behavior.

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

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