Ages Are All Equal. / But Genius

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.

How Can The Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing? How Can A Child, When Fears Annoy, But Droop His Tender Wing, And Forget His Youthful Spring?

More! More! Is The Cry Of A Mistaken Soul.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God.

Come Live, And Be Merry, And Join With Me, To Sing The Sweet Chorus Of 'ha Ha He!