When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken,

Dear Bells! How Sweet The Sound Of Village Bells When On The Undulating Air They Swim!

Bells Are Musics Laughter.

When Eve Upon The First Of Men The Apple Press'd With Specious Cant, Oh! What A Thousand Pities Then That Adam Was Not Adamant!

What Is Mind? No Matter. What Is Matter? Never Mind. What Is The Soul? It Is Immaterial.

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!