To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.

Joy, Whose Hand Is Ever At His Lips, Bidding Adieu

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

Shed No Tear - O, Shed No Tear! The Flower Will Bloom Another Year. Weep No More - O, Weep No More! Young Buds Sleep In The Root's White Core.

Soft Closer Of Our Eyes! Low Murmur Of Tender Lullabies!

The Poppies Hung Dew-dabbled On Their Stalks.