Ah, Love, - You Are My Unutterable

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

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

You Call For Faith: I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists. The More Of Doubt, The Stronger Faith, I Say, If Faith O'ercomes Doubt.

I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.