Grow Old With Me! The

Shun Death, Is My Advice.

And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

Thou Art My Single Day, God Lends To Leaven What Were All Earth Else, With A Feel Of Heaven.

God Is In His Heaven, All's Right With The World.