Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

Suspense Is Worse Than Disappointment.

Again Rejoicing Nature Sees Her Robe Assume Its Vernal Hues Her Leafy Locks Wave In The Breeze, All Freshly Steep'd In The Morning Dews.

Learn Taciturnity And Let That Be Your Motto!

For Thus The Royal Mandate Ran, When First The Human Race Began, "the Social, Friendly Honest Man, Whate'er He Be, Tis He Fulfils Great Nature's Plan, And None But He!"