O the joy of my spirit - it is uncaged - it darts like lightning!
not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.
I sing the body electric.
All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.
I dance with the dancers.
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.