With Thee All Tales Are Sweet; Each

And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

So Much Alarmed That She Is Quite Alarming

Oh, For A Forty-parson Power To Chant Thy Praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, For A Hymn Loud As The Virtues Thou Dost Loudly Vaunt, Not Practise!

But Mighty Nature Bounds As From Her Birth; The Sun Is In The Heavens, And Life On Earth: Flowers In The Valley, Splendor In The Beam, Health On The Gale, And Freshness In The Stream.

The 'good Old Times' - All Times When Old Are Good.