What A Haunting, Inescapable Riddle Life Was.

Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely, Every Hour

What A Haunting, Inescapable Riddle Life Was.

The Sandy Cat By The Farmer's Chair Mews At His Knee For Dainty Fare; Old Rover In His Moss-greened House Mumbles A Bone, And Barks At A Mouse. In The Dewy Fields The Cattle Lie Chewing The Cud 'neath A Fading Sky; Dobbin At Manger Pulls His Hay: Gone Is Another Summer's Day.

As Long As I Live I Shall Always Be My Self - And No Other, Just Me.

And Some Win Peace Who Spend The Skill Of Words To Sweeten Despair Of Finding Consolation Where Life Has But One Dark End.