Hope Is Like A Hairball Trembling From

Were There No God, We Would Be In This Glorious World With Grateful Hearts, And No One To Thank.

What Are Heavy? Sea-sand And Sorrow. What Are Brief? Today And Tomorrow. What Are Frail? Spring Blossoms And Youth. What Are Deep? The Ocean And Truth.

Oh Roses For The Flush Of Youth, And Laurel For The Perfect Prime; But Pluck An Ivy Branch For Me Grown Old Before My Time.

When I Am Dead, My Dearest, Sing No Sad Songs For Me

Ah Me, But Where Are Now The Songs I Sang When Life Was Sweet Because You Call’d Them Sweet?