Silence 'tis Awe Decrees.

Where The Heart Lies, Let The Brain Lie Also.

Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God Stand Sure.

Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall Stop.

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.

What's A Man's Age? He Must Hurry More, That's All; Cram In A Day, What His Youth Took A Year To Hold.