Faded Smiles Oft Linger In

Is Life Worth Living? Yes, So Long As There Is Wrong To Right. So Long As Faith With Freedom Reigns And Loyal Hope Survives, And Gracious Charity Remains To Leaven Lowly Lives; While There Is Only One Untrodden Tract For Intellect Or Will, And Men Are Free To Think And Act, Life Is Worth Living Still.

So, Timely You Came, And Well You Chose, You Came When Most Needed, My Winter Rose. From The Snow I Pluck You, And Fondly Press Your Leaves 'twixt The Leaves Of My Leaflessness.

We Come From The Earth, We Return To The Earth, And In Between We Garden.

Pale January Lay In Its Cradle Day By Day Dead Or Living, Hard To Say.

Tears Are Summer Showers To The Soul.