Only to-day is mine, [83].
Open the door of your hearts, my lads, [176].
Open the shutters free and wide, [144].
Others shall sing the song, [97].
Our doubts are traitors, [186].
Our Father, through the coming year, [190].
Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, [161].
Our yet unfinished story, [204].
Out from thyself, thyself depart, [87].
Out of the hardness of heart and will, [230].