Oh, Good Gigantic Smile O' The Brown

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

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

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!