Dry Your Eyes O Dry Your Eyes,

I Wish To Believe In Immortality-i Wish To Live With You Forever.

O For The Gentleness Of Old Romance, The Simple Planning Of A Minstrel's Song!

Shed No Tear - O, Shed No Tear! The Flower Will Bloom Another Year. Weep No More - O, Weep No More! Young Buds Sleep In The Root's White Core.

Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This Aged Man And Poor.

Nor Do We Merely Feel These Essences For One Short Hour No, Even As These Trees That Whisper Round A Temple Become Soon Dear As The Temples Self, So Does The Moon, The Passion Posey, Glories Infinite, Haunt Us Till They Become A Cheering Light Unto Our Souls And Bound To Us So Fast, That Wheather There Be Shine, Or Gloom O'er Cast, They Always Must Be With Us, Or We Die.