O Leave This Barren Spot To Me!

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

On Linden, When The Sun Was Low, All Bloodless Lay The Untrodden Snow, And Dark As Winter Was The Flow Of Iser, Rolling Rapidly.

The Soul Of Conversation Is Sympathy

Where The Scriptures Speak, We Speak; Where The Scriptures Are Silent, We Are Silent.