The Pure Soul Shall Mount

For Where'er The Sun Does Shine, And Where'er The Rain Does Fall, Babe Can Never Hunger There, Nor Poverty The Mind Appall.

A Truth That's Told With Bad Intent Beats All The Lies You Can Invent.

I Am Under The Direction Of Messengers From Heaven Daily And Nightly.

For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing. If Thought Is Life And Strength And Breath And The Want Of Thought Is Death Then Am I A Happy Fly If I Live Or If I Die

Where Any View Of Money Exists, Art Cannot Be Carried On.