Alone walking,
In thought pleining
And sore sighing,
All desolate,
Me remembring
Of my living,
My deth wishing
Bothe erly and late.

Infortunate
Is so my fate
That — wote ye whate? —
Oute of mesure
My life I hate.
Thus desperate
In suche pore estate
Do I endure.

Of other cure
Am I nat sure.
Thus to endure
Is hard certain.
Suche is my ure
I you ensure:
What creature
May have more pain?

My trouth so plein
Is take in vein,
And gret disdein
In remembraunce.

A LONE on the shore in the pause of the night-time
I stand and I hear the long wind blow light;
I view the constellations quietly, quietly burning;
I hear the wave fall in the hush of the night.

Long after I am dead, ended this bitter journey,
Many another whose heart holds no light
Shall your solemn sweetness hush, awe and comfort,
O my companions, Wind, Waters, Stars, and Night.

( After Ossian .)

Alone on the hill of storms
The voice of the wind shrieks through the mountain.
The torrent rushes down the rocks.
Red are hundred streams of the light-covered paths of the dead.
Shield me in from the storm,
I that am a daughter of the stars, and wear the purple and gold of bards, with the badges of Love on my white bosom.
I heed not the battle-cry of souls!
I that am chained on this Ossa of existence.

Blanche — don't ask — it isn't right for us to know what ends
Fate may have in store for us. Don't dial up Psychic Friends.
Isn't it better just to take whatever the future sends,
Whether the new millennium goes off without a hitch
Or World War III is triggered by an old computer glitch?
Wise up. Have a drink. Keep plans to a modest pitch.
Even as we're talking here, we spend the time we borrow.
Seize Today — trust nothing to that sly old cheat, Tomorrow.

Aloft upon an old basaltic crag,
Which, scalp'd by keen winds that defend the Pole,
Gazes with dead face on the seas that roll
Around the secret of the mystic zone,
A mighty nation's star-bespangled flag
Flutters alone,
And underneath, upon the lifeless front
Of that drear cliff, a simple name is traced;
Fit type of him who, famishing and gaunt,
But with a rocky purpose in his soul,
Breasted the gathering snows,
Clung to the drifting floes,
By want beleaguer'd, and by winter chased,
Seeking the brother lost amid that frozen waste.

Aloft in Heavenly Mansions, Doubleyou One —
Just Mayfair flats, but certainly sublime —
You'll find the abode of D'Arcy Honeybunn,
A rose-red sissy half as old as time.

Peace cannot age him, and no war could kill
The genial tenant of those cosy rooms,
He's lived there always and he lives there still,
Perennial pansy, hardiest of blooms.

There you'll encounter aunts of either sex,
Their jokes equivocal or over-ripe,
Ambiguous couples wearing slacks and specs
And the stout Lesbian knocking out her pipe.

1. " Almost persuaded, " Now to believe;
2. " Almost persuaded, " Come, come today;
" Almost persuaded, " Christ to receive,
" Almost persuaded, " Turn not away,
Seems now some soul to say, " Go, Spirit, go thy way,
Jesus invites you here, Angels are lingering near,
Some more convenient day On thee I'll call. "
Prayers rise from hearts so dear; O wanderer, come.

3. " Almost persuaded, " harvest is past!
" Almost persuaded, " doom comes at last!
" Almost " can not avail;
" Almost " is but to fail!

Almighty wisdom made the land
Subject to man's disturbing hand,
And left it all for him to fill
With marks of his ambitious will,
But differently devised the sea
Unto an unlike destiny.

Urgent and masterful ashore,
Man dreams and plans,
And more and more,
As ages slip away, Earth shows
How need by satisfaction grows,
And more and more its patient face
Mirrors the driving human race.

But he who ploughs the abiding deep
No furrow leaves, nor stays to reap.
Unmarred and unadorned, the sea
Rolls on as irresistibly

1. Th'Almighty spake, and Gabriel sped, Upborne on wings of light;
2. One note of peace was heard on high, Glad tidings rolled around;
Jehovah's glory round him spread, Jehovah's glory round him
Ten thousand thousand left the sky, Ten thousand thousand left the
spread, And changed to day the night. night.
sky, To catch salvation's sound. sound.

3. Shout, shout for joy; rejoice, O earth;
Hail, hail this glorious morn;
Rejoice! Rejoice in Jesus' birth!
Rejoice! Rejoice in Jesus' birth!
Today are nations born.

1. Almighty Sovereign of the skies!
2. From thee our choicest blessings flow,
To thee let songs of gladness rise;
Life, health, and strength thy hands bestow;
Each grateful heart its tribute bring,
The daily good, thy creatures share,
And every voice thy goodness sing.
Springs from thy providential care.

3. The rich profusion nature yields,
The harvest waving o'er the fields,
The cheering light, refreshing shower,
Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.

4. At thy command the vernal bloom
Revives the world from winter's gloom,