My Tears Must Stop, For

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!

Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has Many Loves.

Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery Spray.

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

Spontaneously To God Should Turn The Soul, Like The Magnetic Needle To The Pole; But What Were That Intrinsic Virtue Worth, Suppose Some Fellow, With More Zeal Than Knowledge, Fresh From St. Andrew's College, Should Nail The Conscious Needle To The North?