Grow Old With Me! The Best Is

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

How Sad And Bad And Mad It Was - But Then, How It Was Sweet

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

You Call For Faith: I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists. The More Of Doubt, The Stronger Faith, I Say, If Faith O'ercomes Doubt.

Oh, Good Gigantic Smile O' The Brown Old Earth, This Autumn Morning! How He Sets His Bones To Bask I' The Sun, And Thrusts Out Knees And Feet. From The Ripple To Run Over In Its Mirth