Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.

Humility And Resignation Are Our Prime Virtues.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.