Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.
There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.