Lean on thyself until thy strength is tried;Then ask God's help; it will not be denied.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,But no man can help you die.

If I could only weep,I think sweet help with my salt tears would come,To ease the cruel pain that is so dumb,And will not let me sleep.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful land of Nod

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.