For One Man Is My

Can Anything Be Sadder Than Work Left Unfinished? Yes, Work Never Begun.

Consider The Lilies Of The Field Whose Bloom Is Brief:-- We Are As They; Like Them We Fade Away As Doth A Leaf.

Because The Birthday Of My Life Is Come, My Love Is Come To Me.

What Is Pink? A Rose Is Pink By The Fountain's Brink.

Where Are The Songs I Used To Know, Where Are The Notes I Used To Sing? I Have Forgotten Everything I Used To Know So Long Ago. ("the Key-note")