For The Weariest Road That Man May

I Envy That Man Who Passes Through Life Safely, To The World And Fame Unknown.

Enjoy Yourself, Drink, Call The Life You Live Today Your Own; But Only That, The Rest Belongs To Chance.

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.