There Is Music In All Things, If

Happiness Was Born A Twin.

Our Life Is Two Fold Sleep Hath Its Own World, A Boundary Between The Things Misnamed Death And Existence Sleep Hath Its Own World, And A Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.

The 'good Old Times' - All Times When Old Are Good.