Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists.

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

Better Have Failed In The High Aim, As I, Than Vulgarly In The Low Aim Succeed As, God Be Thanked! I Do Not.

But Little Do Or Can The Best Of Us: That Little Is Achieved Through Liberty.

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.