It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way,

No Thought Which Ever Stirred A Human Breast Should Be Untold.

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.

Love, Hope, Fear, Faith - These Make Humanity; These Are Its Sign And Note And Character.

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.