I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy

The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief?

The Child's Toys And The Old Man's Reasons Are The Fruits Of Two Seasons.

He Who Shall Teach The Child To Doubtthe Rotting Grave Shall Ne'er Get Out.

Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright,dreaming O'er The Joys Of Night.sleep, Sleep: In Thy Sleeplittle Sorrows Sit And Weep.