We Are Led To Believe A Lie

Heaven Is In A Grain Of Sand.

The Busy Bee Has No Time For Sorrow.

Dear Mother, Dear Mother, The Church Is Cold, But The Ale-house Is Healthy And Pleasant And Warm.

Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright,dreaming O'er The Joys Of Night.sleep, Sleep: In Thy Sleeplittle Sorrows Sit And Weep.

There Is No Mistake So Great As The Mistake Of Not Going On.