My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

You Never Know What Life Means Till You Die; Even Throughout Life, Tis Death That Makes Life Live.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

Grow Old With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.