Life is brief but love is LONG .

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.

I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.