Please Give Me Some Good

Life Must Go On, Though Good Men Die.

That Which Has Quelled Me, Lives With Me, Accomplice In Catastrophe.

How Strange A Thing Is Death, Bringing To His Knees, Bringing To His Antlers The Buck In The Snow . . . Life, Looking Out Attentive From The Eyes Of The Doe.

Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise And The Lovely.

I Shall Die, But That Is All That I Shall Do For Death; I Am Not On His Pay-roll.