The Dead Are Like The

There Is A Calm For Those Who Weep, A Rest For Weary Pilgrims Found, They Softly Lie And Sweetly Sleep Low In The Ground.

Nature's Prime Favourites Were The Pelicans; High-fed, Long-lived, And Sociable And Free.

When Evening Closes Nature's Eye, The Glow-worm Lights Her Little Spark To Captivate Her Favorite Fly And Tempt The Rover Through The Dark.

Tis Human Actions Paint The Chart Of Time.

The Tulip's Petals Shine In Dew, All Beautiful, But None Alike.