Life Is The Greatest Of

Oh Fair, Oh Sweet And Holy As Dew At Morning Tide, I Gaze On Thee, And Yearnings, Sad In My Bosom Hide.

A Fool May Talk, But A Wise Man Speaks.

In Blissful Dream, In Silent Night, There Came To Me, With Magic Might, With Magic Might, My Own Sweet Love, Into My Little Room Above.

Pretty Women Without Religion Are Like Flowers Without Perfume.

Sleep Is Lovely, Death Is Better Still, Not To Have Been Born Is Of Course The Miracle.