I'm A Spalding Gray In A Rick

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.

The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A Strong Thing.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.