It's A Hard World, Neighbors,

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

By Viewing Nature, Nature's Handmaid Art, Makes Mighty Things From Small Beginnings Grow: Thus Fishes First To Shipping Did Impart, Their Tail The Rudder, And Their Head The Prow.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.