And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.