Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Each man has some part to play.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.