The Thoughtful Soul To Solitude Retires.

Alas, That Spring Should Vanish With The Rose! That Youths Sweet-scented Manuscript Should Close!

The Grape That Can With Logic Absolute The Two-and-seventy Jarring Sects Confute: The Sovereign Alchemist That In A Trice Life's Leaden Metal Into Gold Transmute.

Think Not I Dread To See My Spirit Fly, Through The Dark Gates Of Fell Mortality; Death Has No Terrors When The Life Is True; 'tis Living Ill That Makes Us Fear To Die.

Realise This: One Day Your Soul Will Depart From Your Body And You Will Be Drawn Behind The Curtain That Floats Between Us And The Unknown. While You Wait For That Moment, Be Happy, Because You Don't Know Where You Came From And You Don't Know Where You Will Be Going.

Yes, The First Morning Of Creation Wrote What The Last Dawn Of Reckoning Shall Read.