Not Drunk Is He Who

Laughter Ispleasant, Butthe Exertion Istoomuchfor Me.

The Present Is Our Own; But While We Speak, We Cease From Its Possession, And Resign The Stage We Tread On, To Another Race, As Vain, And Gay, And Mortal As Ourselves.

Time Is Lord Of Thee: Thy Wealth, Thy Glory, And Thy Name Are His.

Laughter Is Pleasant, But The Exertion At My Age Is Too Much For Me.

My Thoughts By Night Are Often Filled With Visions False As Fair: For In The Past Alone, I Build My Castles In The Air.