I'm A Spalding Gray In A Rick

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

By Mutual Confidence And Mutual Aid - Great Deeds Are Done, And Great Discoveries Made

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.