Once More On My Adventure Brave And

'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven That Angels Reveal Themselves To You.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

But Little Do Or Can The Best Of Us: That Little Is Achieved Through Liberty.

T'was A Thief Said The Last Kind Word To Christ. Christ Took The Kindness And Forgave The Theft.

I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.