The Wombat Is A Joy,

It Is Beautiful, The World, And Life Itself. I Am Glad I Have Lived.

Your Eyes Smile Peace.

Sometimes Thou Seem'st Not As Thyself Alone, But As The Meaning Of All Things That Are.

Was It A Friend Or Foe That Spread These Lies; Nay, Who But Infants Question In Such Wise, Twas One Of My Most Intimate Enemies.

Still We Say As We Go,-"strange To Think By The Waywhatever There Is To Know,that Shall We Know One Day.