He Who Did Well In War Just

Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

Truth That Peeps Over The Glass's Edge When Dinner's Done.

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.