I Drink To The General Joy O’

Never Shame To Hear What You Have Nobly Done

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

They Say Miracles Are Past.

Instead Of Weeping When A Tragedy Occurs In A Songbird's Life, It Sings Away Its Grief. I Believe We Could Well Follow The Pattern Of Our Feathered Friends.