Twere Too Absurd To Slight

Have You Found Your Life Distasteful? My Life Did, And Does, Smack Sweet. Was Your Youth Of Pleasure Wasteful? Mine I Saved And Hold Complete. Do Your Joys With Age Diminish? When Mine Fail Me, I'll Complain. Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

Hand Grasps At Hand, Eye Lights Eye In Good Friendship, And Great Hearts Expand And Grow One In The Sense Of This World's Life.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.

The Great Mind Knows The Power Of Gentleness.