My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There, And Whoever Wakes In England Sees, Some Morning, Unaware.

Man Seeks His Own Good At The Whole World's Cost.

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

What I Aspired To Be And Was Not, Comforts Me.

At Last Awake From Life, That Insane Dream We Take For Waking Now.