I Am Bound By My Own Definition

Who Hesitate And Falter Life Away, And Lose Tomorrow The Ground Won Today.

On Sundays, At The Matin-chime, The Alpine Peasants, Two And Three, Climb Up Here To Pray; Burghers And Dames, At Summer's Prime, Ride Out To Church From Chamberry, Dight With Mantles Gay, But Else It Is A Lonely Time Round The Church Of Brou.

The Kings Of Modern Thought Are Dumb.

And That Sweet City With Her Dreaming Spires, She Needs Not June For Beauty's Heightening.

And Each Day Brings It's Pretty Dust, Our Soon-choked Souls To Fll And We Forget Because We Must, And Not Because We Will.