After The Feet Of Beauty Fly My

Need We Say It Was Not Love, Now That Love Is Perished?

My Heart Is Warm With The Friends I Make, And Better Friends I'll Not Be Knowing, Yet There Isn't A Train I Wouldn't Take, No Matter Where It's Going.

That Is My Being, The Madness Of An Unaccustomed Mood.

Soar, Eat Ether, See What Has Never Been Seen; Depart, Be Lost, But Climb.

I Am Glad That I Paid So Little Attention To Good Advice; Had I Abided By It I Might Have Been Saved From Some Of My Most Valuable Mistakes.