Let's Contend No More, Love,

What A Thing Friendship Is - World Without End.

Fair Or Foul The Lot Apportioned Life On Earth, We Bear Alike.

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.

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips