The Best Of Seers Is He Who

Know We How Many Tomorrows The Gods Intend For Our Todays.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

For The Weariest Road That Man May Wend Is Forth Fromn The Home Of His Father.

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.