Why Stay On The Earth Except To

The World And Life's Too Big To Pass For A Dream

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See.

For Life, With All Its Yields Of Joy And Woe Is Just A Chance O' The Prize Of Learning Love.

God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In His Person Acts His Own Creations.

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.