So They, Who Climb To Wealth, Forget

Pleasantly, Between The Pelting Showers, The Sunshine Gushes Down.

I Hear The Howl Of The Wind That Brings The Long Drear Storm On Its Heavy Wings.

So They, Who Climb To Wealth, Forget The Friends In Darker Fortunes Tried. I Copied Them--but I Regret That I Should Ape The Ways Of Pride.

Father, Thy Hand Hath Reared These Venerable Columns, Thou Didst Weave This Verdant Roof. Thou Didst Look Down Upon The Naked Earth, And, Forthwith, Rose All These Fair Ranks Of Trees. They, In Thy Sun, Budded, And Shook Their Green Leaves In Thy Breeze, And Shot Towards Heaven.

The Mighty Rain Holds The Vast Empire Of The Sky Alone.