When I Have Fears That I May

Through Buried Paths, Where Sleepy Twilight Dreams The Summer Time Away.

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.

This Living Hand, Now Warm And Capable Of Earnest Grasping, Would, If It Were Cold And In The Icy Silence Of The Tomb, So Haunt Thy Days And Chill Thy Dreaming Nights That Thou Would Wish Thine Own Heart Dry Of Blood, So In My Veins Red Life Might Stream Again, And Thou Be Conscience-calm'd. See, Here It Is-- I Hold It Towards You.

A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.

And How They Kist Each Other's Tremulous Eyes.