What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The Keystane.

An Honest Man Here Lies At Rest, The Friend Of Man The Friend Of Truth The Friend Of Age And Guide Of Youth. Few Hearts Like His With Virtue Warmed, Few Heads With Knowledge So Informed. If There's Another World, He Lives In Bliss. If There Is None, He Made The Best Of This.

Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor. ... Opera Is Where A Man Gets Stabbed In The Back, And Instead Of Dying, He Sings.

Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.