The Cares Of Today Are

Glory, Built On Selfish Principles, Is Shame And Guilt.

In Indolent Vacuity Of Thought.

Go, Mark The Matchless Working Of The Power That Shuts Within The Seed The Future Flower; Bids These In Elegance Of Form Excel. In Color These, And Those Delight The Smell; Sends Nature Forth, The Daughter Of The Skies, To Dance On Earth, And Charm All Human Eyes.

And, Of All Lies (be That One Poet's Boast) / The Lie That Flatters I Abhor The Most.

Men Deal With Life As Children With Their Play, Who First Misuse, Then Cast Their Toys Away.