Tis Man's To Explore Up And Down,

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.

Why Comes Temptation But For Man To Meet And Master And Make Crouch Beneath His Foot, And So Be Pedestaled In Triumph?