Would You Have Your Songs Endure? Build

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is Seen In Living Just As Though No God There Were.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

What? Was Man Made A Wheel-work To Wind Up, And Be Discharged, And Straight Wound Up Anew? No! Grown, His Growth Lasts; Taught, He Ne'er Forgets: May Learn A Thousand Things, Not Twice The Same.

God! Thou Art Love! I Build My Faith On That.