Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright

What Is Mind? No Matter. What Is Matter? Never Mind. What Is The Soul? It Is Immaterial.

And Ye, Who Have Met With Adversity's Blast, And Been Bow'd To The Earth By Its Fury; To Whom The Twelve Months, That Have Recently Pass'd Were As Harsh As A Prejudiced Jury - Still, Fill To The Future! And Join In Our Chime, The Regrets Of Remembrance To Cozen, And Having Obtained A New Trial Of Time, Shout In Hopes Of A Kindlier Dozen.

My Tears Must Stop, For Every Drop Hinders Needle And Thread.

And There Is Even A Happiness That Makes The Heart Afraid.

So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years, In All The Bliss That Life Endears