Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

The Charge Is Prepared; The Lawyers Are Met; The Judges All Ranged (a Terrible Show!) I Go, Undismay'd. For Death Is A Debt, A Debt On Demand. So Take What I Owe.

Learning By Study Must Be Won; 'twas Ne'er Entail'd From Son To Son.

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.

When If Or Chance Or Hunger's Powerful Sway Directs The Roving Trout This Fatal Way, He Greedily Sucks In The Twining Bait, And Tugs And Nibbles The Fallacious Meat. Now, Happy Fisherman; Now Twitch The Line! How Thy Rod Bends! Behold, The Prize Is Thine!

Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.