Or Like The Snow Falls

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.

Misled By Fancy's Meteor Ray, By Passion Driven; But Yet The Light That Led Astray Was Light From Heaven.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

The Best-laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men, Gang Aft A-gley, And Leave Us Nought But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy.

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.