Reach Up Your Hand... And Take A

I Dream A World... Where Wretchedness Will Hang Its Head And Joy, Like A Pearl, Attends The Needs Of All Mankind. Of Such I Dream, My World!

You And I By Henry Alford My Hand Is Lonely For Your Clasping, Dear; My Ear Is Tired Waiting For Your Call. I Want Your Strength To Help, Your Laugh To Cheer; Heart, Soul And Senses Need You, One And All. I Droop Without Your Full, Frank Sympathy; We Ought To Be Together—you And I; We Want Each Other So, To Comprehend The Dream, The Hope, Things Planned, Or Seen, Or Wrought. Companion, Comforter And Guide And Friend, As Much As Love Asks Love, Does Thought Ask Thought. Life Is So Short, So Fast The Lone Hours Fly, We Ought To Be Together, You And I.

The Calm, Cool Face Of The River, Asked Me For A Kiss

I Went Down To The River, I Set Down On The Bank. I Tried To Think But Couldn't, So I Jumped In And Sank.

Money And Art Are Far Apart.