So Mayst Thou Live, Dear!

How Bless'd The Heart That Has A Friend. A Sympathizing Ear To Lend.

So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years, In All The Bliss That Life Endears

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

No Sun, No Moon, No Morn, No Noon, No Dawn, No Dusk, No Proper Time Of Day, . . . . . . No Road, No Street, No T' Other Side The Way, . . . . . . No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees, No Fruits, No Flowers, No Leaves, No Buds.