The Body Sprang At Once To The

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

What A Thing Friendship Is - World Without End.

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?