Open My Heart, And You Will See

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

Ah, But A Man's Reach Should Exceed His Grasp, Or What's A Heaven For?

Who Knows But The World May End Tonight

Look Not Down But Up!

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.