Alas!-but Why Alas? It Is

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.

May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

Events Will Take Their Course, It Is No Good Of Being Angry At Them; He Is Happiest Who Wisely Turns Them To The Best Account.

All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes.