My Religion Of Life Is Always To

For Singing Till His Heaven Fills, 'tis Love Of Earth That He Instills, And Ever Winging Up And Up, Our Valley Is His Golden Cup, And He The Wine Which Over Flows To Lift Us With Him As He Goes.

Published Memoirs Indicate The End Of A Man's Activity, And That He Acknowledges The End.

Full Lasting Is The Song, Though He, / The Singer, Passes.

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars.