The Fabric Of My Faithful

Pour Away Despair And Rinse The Cup. Eat Happiness Like Bread.

We Are All Ruled In What We Do By Impulses; And These Impulses Are So Organized That Our Actions In General Serve For Our Self Preservation And That Of The Race.

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

O World, I Cannot Hold Thee Close Enough!

Tiresome Heart, Forever Living And Dying, House Without Air, I Leave You And Lock Your Door. Wild Swans, Come Over The Town, Come Over The Town Again, Trailing Your Legs And Crying!