Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.
Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.
Music my rampart, and my only one.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.