The Sea Appears All Golden.

The Eyes Of Spring, So Azure, Are Peeping From The Ground; They Are The Darling Violets, That I In Nosegays Bound.

Out Of My Great Sorrows, I Make Little Songs.

Out Of My Own Great Woe I Make My Little Songs.

God Will Forgive Me. It's His Job.

Human Misery Is Too Great For Men To Die Without Faith.