Be Strong, Live Happy And

So Sinks The Day-star In The Ocean Bed, And Yet Anon Repairs His Drooping Head, And Tricks His Beams, And With New-spangled Ore Flames In The Forehead Of The Morning Sky.

He Left It In Thy Power, Ordaind Thy Will By Nature Free, Not Over-rul'd By Fate Inextricable, Or Strict Necessity.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

Ride The Air In Whirlwind.

Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For Smiles From Reason Flow.