The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

We murder to dissect.