Not As She Is, But

For One Man Is My World Of All The Men This Wide World Holds; O Love, My World Is You.

When I Am Dead, My Dearest, Sing No Sad Songs For Me

One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town

Christmas Hath A Darkness; Brighter Than The Blazing Noon; Christmas Hath A Chillness Warmer Than The Heat Of June, Christmas Hath A Beauty Lovelier Than The World Can Show: For Christmas Bringeth Jesus, Brought For Us So Low

She Gave Up Beauty In Her Tender Youth, Gave All Her Hope And Joy And Pleasant Ways; She Covered Up Her Eyes Lest They Should Gaze On Vanity, And Chose The Bitter Truth.