All But God Is Changing Day By

A Fine Lady; By Which Term I Wish To Express The Result Of That Perfect Education In Taste And Manner, Down To Every Gesture, Which Heaven Forbid That I, Professing To Be A Poet, Should Undervalue. It Is Beautiful, And Therefore I Welcome It In The Name Of The Author Of All Beauty. I Value It So Highly That I Would Fain See It Extend Not Merely From Belgravia To The Tradesman's Villa, But Thence, As I Believe It One Day Will, To The Laborer's Hovel And The Needlewoman's Garret.

O Mary, Go And Call The Cattle Home, And Call The Cattle Home, And Call The Cattle Home, Across The Sands O' Dee!

Some Say That The Age Of Chivalry Is Past, That The Spirit Of Romance Is Dead. The Age Of Chivalry Is Never Past, So Long As There Is A Wrong Left Unredressed On Earth.

The World Is God's World, After All.

All We Need To Make Us Really Happy Is Something To Be Enthusiastic About.