This Is Sweet To See Your Foe,

Moderation, The Noblest Gift Of Heaven.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Prepare Yourselves For The Roaring Voice Of The God Of Joy!