Endow The Living - With The Tears

I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift No Other Gift Supplies.

How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The Pod.

A Little Madness In The Spring Is Wholesome Even For The King, But God Be With The Clown, Who Ponders This Tremendous Scene-- This Whole Experiment In Green, As If It Were His Own!