Heap On More Wood! - The Wind

He That Climbs The Tall Tree Has Won Right To The Fruit, He That Leaps The Wide Gulf Should Prevail In His Suit.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

In Man's Most Dark Extremity Oft Succour Dawns From Heaven.

And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.