Days Decrease, / And Autumn

Go Practice If You Please With Men And Women: Leave A Child Alone For Christ's Particular Love's Sake!

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!