| As The Indian. |
|
|
| Empty are the Mother's Arms. |
|
|
| Dying Hymn. |
|
|
| I Think When I Stand in the Presence of Death. |
|
|
| In Deo Fides. |
|
|
| In Mortem Meditare |
|
|
| The Fallen Tree. |
|
|
| Shall Love, as the Bridal Wreath, Whither and Die? |
|
|
| Deprive This Strange and Complex World. |
|
|
| Nature's Lullaby. - A Mountain Nocturne |
|
|