Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's

Misled By Fancy's Meteor Ray, By Passion Driven; But Yet The Light That Led Astray Was Light From Heaven.

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.

The Best-laid Plans Of Mice And Men Often Go Awry.