If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps

There's A Fount About To Stream, There's A Light About To Beam, There's A Warmth About To Glow, There's A Flower About To Blow; There's A Midnight Blackness Changing Into Gray; Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way.

There Is No Such Thing As Death. In Nature Nothing Dies. From Each Sad Remnant Of Decay, Some Forms Of Life Arise So Shall His Life Be Taken Away Before He Knoweth That He Hath It.

There Is Scarcely An Occurrence In Nature Which, Happening At A Certain Time, Is Not Looked Upon By Some Persons As A Prognosticator Either Of Good Or Evil. The Latter Are In The Greatest Number, So Much More Ingenious Are We In Tormenting Ourselves Than In Discovering Reasons For Enjoyment In The Things That Surround Us.

Some Love To Roam O'er The Dark Sea's Foam, Where The Shrill Winds Whistle Free.

Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way!