Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe

I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.

So Munch On, Crunch On, Take Your Nuncheon, Breakfast, Supper, Dinner, Luncheon!

Make Us Happy And You Make Us Good.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.