I Dwell In A Lonely

Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Orch-ard White, Like Nothing Else By Day, Like Ghosts By Night.

There Would Be More Than Ocean-water Broken Before God's Last Put Out The Light Was Spoken.

A Voice Said, Look Me In The Stars And Tell Me Truly, Men Of Earth, If All The Soul-and-body Scars Were Not Too Much To Pay For Birth.

Nature's First Green Is Gold.

Education Is Hanging Around Until You've Caught On.