We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours,

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.

The Game Of Life Looks Cheerful When One Carries A Treasure Safe In His Heart.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

An Axe At Home Saves Hiring A Carpenter.