Let Man's Soul Be A

Men Perish With Whispering Sins-nay, With Silent Sins, Sins That Never Tell The Conscience That They Are Sins, As Often With Crying Sins; And In Hell There Shall Meet As Many Men That Never Thought What Was Sin, As That Spent All Their Thoughts In The Compassing Of Sin.

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

No Man Is An Island, Entire Of Itself; Every Man Is A Piece Of The Continent.

And Dare Love That, And Say So Too, And Forget The He And She.

Send Home My Long Strayed Eyes To Me, Which (oh) Too Long Have Dwelt On Thee.