The Tongue May Be An Unruly Member--

This Is A Man With An Old Face, Always Old... There Was Pathos, In His Face, And In His Eyes. The Early Weariness; And Sometimes Tears In His Eyes, Which He Let Slip Unconsciously On His Cheek, Or Brushed Away With An Unconcerned Hand. There Were Tears For Human Suffering, Or For A Glance Into The Vast Futility Of Life, Which He Had Seen From The First, Being Old When He Was Born.

In Time You Shall See Fate Approach Youin The Shape Of Your Own Image In The Mirror;or You Shall Sit Alone By Your Own Hearth,and Suddenly The Chair By You Shall Hold A Guest,and You Shall Know That Guest,and Read The Authentic Message Of His Eyes.

What Is This I Hear Of Sorrow And Weariness, Anger, Discontent And Drooping Hopes? Degenerate Sons And Daughters, Life Is Too Strong For You— It Takes Life To Love Life.

The Earth Keeps Some Vibration Going There In Your Heart, And That Is You. And If The People Find You Can Fiddle, Why Fiddle You Must, For All Your Life.

It Takes Life To Love Life.