But A Prayer That He Sends From

A Crust Of Bread And A Corner To Sleep In. A Minute To Smile And An Hour To Weep In. A Pint Of Joy To A Peck Of Trouble, And Never A Laugh But The Moans Come Double. And That Is Life. A Crust And A Corner That Makes Love Precious, With A Smile To Warm And Tears To Refresh Us, And Joy Seems Sweeter When Cares Come After, And A Moan Is The Finest Of Foils For Laughter. And That Is Life.

We Reduce The Deity To Vulgar Fractions. We Place Our Own Little Ambitions And Label Them ?divine Messages?. With Our Short Sight We Affect To Take A Comprehensive View Of Eternity.

With Our Short Sight We Affect To Take A Comprehensive View Of Eternity. Our Horizon Is The Universe.

We Wear The Mask That Grins And Lies.

It's All A Farce, - These Tales They Tell About The Breezes Sighing, And Moans Astir O'er Field And Dell, Because The Year Is Dying.