I Cannot Believe Any Man Can Be

If I Am Not Worth The Wooing, I Surely Am Not Worth The Winning!

The Rapture Of Pursuing Is The Prize The Vanquished Gain.

It Has Done Me Good To Be Somewhat Parched By The Heat And Drenched By The Rain Of Life.

Softly The Evening Came /with The Sunset/.

The Bells Themselves Are The Best Of Preachers, Their Brazen Lips Are Learned Teachers, From Their Pulpits Of Stone, In The Upper Air, Sounding Aloft, Without Crack Or Flaw, Shriller Than Trumpets Under The Law, Now A Sermon And Now A Prayer.