The Dream Is Short, Repentance Long.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Contracts. Man Grows With His Expanded Needs.

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

Pain Is Short, And Joy Is Eternal.

To Gain A Crown By Fighting Is Great, To Reject It Divine.

He, That Noble Prize Possessing He That Boasts A Friend That's True, He Whom Woman's Love Is Blessing, Let Him Join The Chorus Too!