Alas For The Rarity Of

No Blessed Leisure For Love Or Hope, But Only Time For Grief.

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

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

I Remember, I Remember The Roses, Red And White, The Violets, And The Lily-cups, Those Flowers Made Of Light! The Lilacs, Where The Robin Built, And Where My Brother Set The Laburmum On His Birthday,- The Tree Is Living Yet.

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.