Come And Trip It As Ye Go

The Tree Of Knowledge Grew Fast By, Knowledge Of Good Bought Dear By Knowing Ill.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

From Morn To Noon He Fell, From Noon To Dewy Eve,- A Summer's Day; And With The Setting Sun Dropp'd From The Zenith Like A Falling Star.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!