If You Do Not Know Where You

Fading, With The Night, The Memory Of A Dead Love, And The Withered Leaves Of A Blighted Hope, And The Sickly Repinings And Moody Regrets That Numb The Best Energies Of The Soul: And Rising, Broadening, Rolling Upward Like A Living Flood, The Manly Resolve, And The Dauntless Will, And The Heavenward Gaze Of Faith-the Substance Of Things Hoped For, The Evidence Of Things Not Seen!

Either It Brings Tears To Their Eyes, Or Else -" "or Else What?" Said Alice, For The Knight Had Made A Sudden Pause. "or Else It Doesn't, You Know.

It Was For Bringing The Cook Tulip-roots Instead Of Onions.

Who Sail On Stormy Seas; And That's The Way I Get My Bread -- A Trifle, If You Please.

I Wish I Could Manage To Be Glad! Only I Never Can Remember The Rule. You Must Be Very Happy, Living In This Wood, And Being Glad Whenever You Like!