Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's

What's Come To Perfection Perishes. Things Learned On Earth We Shall Practice In Heaven; Works Done Least Rapidly Art Most Cherishes.

Ah, But A Man's Reach Should Exceed His Grasp, Or What's A Heaven For?

The Moment Eternal - Just That And No More - When Ecstasy's Utmost We Clutch At The Core While Cheeks Burn, Arms Open, Eyes Shut, And Lips Meet!

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

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