I Count Life Just A Stuff To

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

Go Practice If You Please With Men And Women: Leave A Child Alone For Christ's Particular Love's Sake!

Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.

Let Friend Trust Friends, And Love Demand Love's Like.

The Only Fault's With Time; All Men Become Good Creatures: But So Slow!