Bring Me The Sunset In

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.

You'll Find It-when You Try To Die- The Easier To Let Go- For Recollecting Such As Went- You Could Not Spare-you Know.

Our Journey Had Advanced; Our Feet Were Almost Come To That Odd Fork In Being's Road, Eternity By Term.

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.

What Will The Solemn Hemlock- What Will The Oak Tree Say?