Why A Tender Curb Upon

He Who Shall Teach The Child To Doubtthe Rotting Grave Shall Ne'er Get Out.

Life Delights In Life.

Mercy, Pity, And Peace, Are The World's Release.

He Loves To Sit And Hear Me Sing, Then, Laughing, Sports And Plays With Me; Then Stretches Out My Golden Wing, And Mocks My Loss Of Liberty.

For Everything Exists And Not One Sigh Nor Smile Nor Tear, One Hair Nor Particle Of Dust, Not One Can Pass Away.