Pluck Not The Wayside Flower;

Fairies, Arouse! Mix With Your Song Harplet And Pipe, Thrilling And Clear, Swarm On The Boughs! Chant In A Throng! Morning Is Ripe, Waiting To Hear.

Before A Day Was Over, Home Comes The Rover, For Mother's Kiss - Sweeter This Than Any Other Thing!

I Believe In Success, And In Comfort No Less I Believe All The Rest Is But Patter.

Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead Than Any Sleep.

If Any Foes Of Mine Are There, I Pardon Every One: I Hope That Man And Womankind Will Do The Same By Me.