The Sunshine Fails, The Shadows

Shepherds At The Grange, Where The Babe Was Born, Sang With Many A Change, Christmas Carols Until Morn.

One Half The World Must Sweat And Groan That The Other Half May Dream.

And All The Air Is Filled With Pleasant Noise Of Waters

Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write! Yes, Into Life's Deep Stream! All Forms Of Sorrow And Delight, All Solemn Voices Of The Night, That Can Soothe Thee, Or Affright, - Be These Henceforth Thy Theme. (excerpt From "voices Of The Night")

It Is A Beautiful Trait In The Lover's Character, That They Think No Evil Of The Object Loved.