I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and w… And when, affright, I call to The… It calms my fears and whispers me,

Still serve me in my age, I pray, As in my youth, O faithful one; For years I’ve brushed thee every… Could Socrates have better done? What though the fates would wreak…

I ‘m going to write a letter to ou… Out West last spring to practise… I ’ll tell him all the gossip I g… For he has n’t seen the home-folks… Most generally it ‘s Marthy does…

Ed was a man that played for keeps… You cudn’t stop him any more’n a d… For when he tackled to a thing ’nd… You bet yer boots he done that thi… So all us boys uz knowed him best…

When thou dost eat from off this p… I charge thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board Do thou sweet reverence accord; And, though to dignity inclined,

All day long they come and go— Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the floor, Finger-marks along the wall,

Ho, pretty bee, did you see my cro… Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin’ on… Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie… Got a lump o’ sugar an’ a posie fo… Only bring back my wee, wee croodl…

I ain’t afeard uv snakes, or toads… An’ things 'at girls are skeered u… I’m pretty brave, I guess; an’ ye… For, when I’m tucked up warm an’… Mother tells me “Happy dreams!” a…

What conversazzhyonies wuz I real… For that, you must remember, wuz a… The camp wuz new ‘nd noisy, ’nd on… So fashionable sossiety wuz hardly… There hadn’t been no grand events…

Two dreams came down to earth one… From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of the old, old da… And one was a dream of the new. One was a dream of a shady lane

(LYRIC INTERMEZZO) There fell a star from realms abov… A glittering, glorious star to see… Methought it was the star of love, So sweetly it illumined me.

Last night, as my dear babe lay de… In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, Or in what wise offended Thee, That Thou should’st take away fro…

As forth he pours the new made win… What blessing asks the lyric poet— What boon implores in this fair sh… Of one full likely to bestow it? Not for Sardinia’s plenteous stor…

The image of the moon at night All trembling in the ocean lies, But she, with calm and steadfast l… Moves proudly through the radiant… How like the tranquil moon thou ar…