In The Morning Of The World, When

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

Wander At Will, Day After Day,-- Wander Away, Wandering Still-- Soul That Canst Soar! Body May Slumber: Body Shall Cumber Soul-flight No More.

Generations Pass While Some Tree Stands, And Old Families Last Not Three Oaks.

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall Stop.