A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is

To Stay Youthful, Stay Useful.

How Beautiful, If Sorrow Had Not Made Sorrow More Beautiful Than Beauty's Self.

O, Sorrow! Why Dost Borrow Heart's Lightness From The Merriment Of May?

O Aching Time! O Moments Big As Years!

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.