Here Am I, Dying Of

There Is A Majesty In Simplicity.

Nor In The Critic Let The Man Be Lost.

Who Are Next To Knaves? Those That Converse With Them.

Good God! How Often Are We To Die Before We Go Quite Off This Stage? In Every Friend We Lose A Part Of Ourselves, And The Best Part.

Let Joy Or Ease, Let Affluence Or Content, And The Gay Conscience Of A Life Well Spent, Calm Ev'ry Thought, Inspirit Ev'ry Grace, Glow In Thy Heart, And Smile Upon Thy Face.