Never The Time And The Place And

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

Never The Time And The Place And The Loved One All Together.

Make Us Happy And You Make Us Good.

In Heaven I Yearn For Knowledge, Account All Else Inanity; On Earth I Confess An Itch For The Praise Of Fools - That's Vanity

Was There Nought Better Than To Enjoy? No Feat Which, Done, Would Make Time Break, And Let Us Pent-up Creatures Through Into Eternity, Our Due? No Forcing Earth Teach Heaven's Employ?