Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem

For Life, With All Its Yields Of Joy And Woe Is Just A Chance O' The Prize Of Learning Love.

No! Let Me Taste The Whole Of It, Fare Like My Peers, The Heroes Of Old, Bear The Brunt, In A Minute Pay Glad Life's Arrears Of Pain, Darkness And Cold.

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.