The Bright Incarnate Spirit Of The Morn.

Pale January Lay In Its Cradle Day By Day Dead Or Living, Hard To Say.

Is Life Worth Living? Yes, So Long As There Is Wrong To Right. So Long As Faith With Freedom Reigns And Loyal Hope Survives, And Gracious Charity Remains To Leaven Lowly Lives; While There Is Only One Untrodden Tract For Intellect Or Will, And Men Are Free To Think And Act, Life Is Worth Living Still.

We Are All Alike, And We Love To Keep Passion Aglow At Our Feet, Like One That Sitteth In Shade And Complacently Smiles At The Heat.

He Is Dead Already Who Doth Not Feel Life Is Worth Living Still.

We Come From The Earth, We Return To The Earth, And In Between We Garden.