And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave

If You Have Lived, Take Thankfully The Past. Make, As You Can, The Sweet Remembrance Last.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

The People's Prayer, The Glad Diviner's Theme, The Young Men's Vision, And The Old Men's Dream!

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

Let Cheerfulness On Happy Fortune Wait.