I Have Lived To Thank God That

And The Guelder Rose In A Great Stillness Dropped, And Ever Dropped, Her Wealth About Her Feet.

Reign, And Keep Life In This Our Deep Desireour Only Greatness Is That We Aspire.

Her Face Betokened All Things Dear And Good, The Light Of Somewhat Yet To Come Was There Asleep, And Waiting For The Opening Day, When Childish Thoughts, Like Flowers Would Drift Away.

How Short Our Happy Days Appear! How Long The Sorrowful!

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.