O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

Truth is within ourselves.