Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed,

That's A Valiant Flea That Dares Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

Some Men Never Seem To Grow Old. Always Active In Thought, Always Ready To Adopt New Ideas, They Are Never Chargeable With Foggyism. Satisfied, Yet Ever Dissatisfied, Settled, Yet Ever Unsettled, They Always Enjoy The Best Of What Is, Are The First To Find The Best Of What Will Be.

O Lord That Lends Me Life, Lend Me A Heart Replete With Thankfulness!