In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand,

Earth Walks On Earth, Glittering In Gold; Earth Goes To Earth, Sooner Than It Wold; Earth Builds On Earth, Palaces And Towers; Earth Says To Earth, Soon, All Shall Be Ours.

As Hope And Fear Alternate Chase Our Course Through Life's Uncertain Race.

Sleep In Peace, And Wake In Joy.

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.

I Am She, O Most Bucolical Juvenal, Under Whose Charge Are Placed The Milky Mothers Of The Herd.