All Things That Are On Earth Shall

And We Wept That One So Lovely Should Have A Life So Brief.

The Summer Morn Is Bright And Fresh, The Birds Are Darting By. As If They Loved To Breast The Breeze That Sweeps The Cool Clear Sky.

Look On This Beautiful World, And Read The Truth In Her Fair Page.

Truth Gets Well If She Is Run Over By A Locomotive, While Error Dies Of Lockjaw If She Scratches Her Finger.

I Hear The Howl Of The Wind That Brings The Long Drear Storm On Its Heavy Wings.