My Candle Burns At Both

Lord I Do Fear / Thou'st Made The World Too Beautiful This Year.

Father, I Beg Of Thee A Little Task To Dignify My Days, 'tis All I Ask.

We Think-although Of Course, Now, We Very Seldom Clearly Think- That The Other Side Of War Is Peace.

The Young Are So Old, They Are Born With Their Fingers Crossed.

Cut If You Will With Sleep's Dull Knife, The Years From Off Your Life, My Friend! The Years That Death Takes Off My Life, He'll Take From Off The Other End!