Words Empty As The Wind Are Best

After The Event, Even A Fool Is Wise.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.