His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.

Old Year! upon the Stage of Time You stand to bow your last adieu; A moment, and the prompter's chime Will ring the curtain down on you.

The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.

Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer.

The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lonely mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate.

Avoid extremes: be moderate In saving and in spending; An equable and easy gait Will win an easy ending.

Even goats may have starlight in their eyes.