The Trivial Round, The Common

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

Look In, And See Christ's Chosen Saint In Triumph Wear His Christ-like Chain; No Fear Lest He Should Swerve Or Faint; "his Life Is Christ, His Death Is Gain.

When You Find Yourself Overpowered, As It Were, By Melancholy, The Best Way Is To Go Out And Do Something.

Pride Of The Dewy Morning, The Swain's Experienced Eye From Thee Takes Timely Warning. Nor Trusts The Gorgeous Sky.

Sweet Is The Smile Of Home; The Mutual Look When Hearts Are Of Each Other Sure.