And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close,

Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

We Frolic While 'tis May.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

Behind The Steps That Misery Treads Approaching Comfort View: The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow Chastised By Sabler Tints Of Woe, And Blended Form, With Artful Strife, The Strength And Harmony Of Life.