Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me

God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In His Person Acts His Own Creations.

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!