Temptations Hurt Not, Though They

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If Not, A Sweet And Gentle Word.

I Sing Of Brooks, Of Blossoms, Birds, And Bowers: Of April, May, Or June, And July Flowers. I Sing Of Maypoles, Hock-carts, Wassails, Wakes, Of Bridegrooms, Brides, And Of The Bridal Cakes.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

The Person Lives Twice Who Lives The First Life Well