Work For Your Own Soul's Sake.

In Time You Shall See Fate Approach You In The Shape Of Your Own Image In The Mirror.

The Earth Keeps Some Vibration Going There In Your Heart, And That Is You. And If The People Find You Can Fiddle, Why Fiddle You Must, For All Your Life.

I Have Known The Silence Of The Stars And Of The Sea. And The Silence Of The City When It Pauses, And The Silence Of A Man And A Maid, And The Silence For Which Music Alone Finds The Word.

Why, A Moral Truth Is A Hollow Tooth Which Must Be Propped With Gold.

. . . The Weal Of The Race, And The Cause Of Humanity, Here And Now, Are Enough To Give Life Meaning And Death As Well.