Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God Stand Sure.

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.

I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time.

I Hold That A Man Should Strive To The Uttermost For His Life's Set Prize.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!