The Body Sprang At Once To The

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God Stand Sure.

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

How Good Is Man's Life, The Mere Living! How Fit To Employ All The Heart And The Soul And The Senses Forever In Joy!