Safe From Temptation, Safe From Sin's Pollution,

'twas Easter-sunday. The Full-blossomed Trees Filled All The Air With Fragrance And With Joy.

Trust No Future, However Pleasant! Let The Dead Past Bury Its Dead! Act -- Act In The Living Present! Heart Within And God Overhead.

Oh, How Short Are The Days! How Soon The Night Overtakes Us!

We Waste Our Best Years In Distilling The Sweetest Flowers Of Life Into Potions Which, After All, Do Not Immortalize, But Only Intoxicate.

The Morning Breaks; The Steeds In Their Stalls Stamp And Neigh, As The Hostler Calls; The Day Returns, But Nevermore Returns The Traveler To The Shore, And The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls.