Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not

He Is Not A Lover Who Does Not Love Forever.

Who Cannot Open An Honest Mind No Friend Will He Be Of Mine.

The Best Prophet Is Common Sense, Our Native Wit.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

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