Fair Or Foul The Lot

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

A Minute Of Success Pays For Years Of Failure.

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There, And Whoever Wakes In England Sees, Some Morning, Unaware.

Hand Grasps At Hand, Eye Lights Eye In Good Friendship, And Great Hearts Expand And Grow One In The Sense Of This World's Life.