Forget The Brother And Resume

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.

For Never, Never, Wicked Man Was Wise.

Lay Ye Down The Golden Chain From Heaven, And Pull At Its Inferior Links Both Goddesses And Gods.

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.