Catch From The Board Of Beauty/ Such

Guess I'll Weep Awhile. Guess I Won't, I Mean.

But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why, I Might As Well Be Glad!

Sorrow Like A Ceaseless Rain Beats Upon My Heart. People Twist And Scream In Pain-- Dawn Will Find Them Still Again; This Has Neither Wax Nor Wane, Neither Stop Nor Start.

Here's A Song Was Never Sung: Growing Old Is Dying Young.

Beautiful As A Dandelion-blossom Golden In The Green Grass, This Life Can Be.