Be Strong, Live Happy And Love, But

What Am I Pondering, You Ask? So Help Me God, Immortality.

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round

So Sinks The Day-star In The Ocean Bed, And Yet Anon Repairs His Drooping Head, And Tricks His Beams, And With New-spangled Ore Flames In The Forehead Of The Morning Sky.

Give Me The Liberty To Know, To Utter, And To Argue Freely According To Conscience, Above All Liberties.

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!