No Matter Where The Body Is, The

I Cannot See The Short, White Curls Upon The Forehead Of An Ox, But What I See Them Dripping With That Poor Thing's Blood, And Hear The Ax; When I See Calves And Lambs, I See Them Led To Death; I See No Bird Or Rabbit Cross The Open Field But What A Sudden Shot Is Heard; A Shout That Tells Me Men Aim True, For Death Or Wound, Doth Chill Me Through.

Peace To These Little Broken Leaves, That Strew Our Common Ground; That Chase Their Tails, Like Silly Dogs, As They Go Round And Round. For Though In Winter Boughs Are Bare, Let Us Not Once Forget Their Summer Glory, When These Leaves Caught The Great Sun In Their Strong Net; And Made Him, In The Lower Air, Tremble - No Bigger Than A Star!

What Is This Life If, Full Of Care, We Have No Time To Stand And Stare.

As Long As I Love Beauty I Am Young.

When I Had Money, Money, O! I Knew No Joy Till I Went Poor; For Many A False Man As A Friend Came Knocking All Day At My Door.