I'm A Rageaholic. I Just Can't Live

Nothing Shall I, While Sane, Compare With A Friend.

Urge Him With Truth To Frame His Fair Replies And Sure He Will For Wisdom Never Lies.

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.