Life hurries pasttoo strong to stop;too sweet to loose.

If there be mortal without love,He wakes to no new life above.

So young, and yet I have had all of life.Why, men have lived to see a hundred years,Who have not known the rapture, joy, and strifeOf my brief youth, its passion and its tears.

There's one sad truth in life I've foundWhile journeying east and west -The only folks we really woundAre those we love the best.

'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life

The life that neither grief nor burden knowsIs dwarfed in sympathy before its close.The life that grows majestic with the yearsMust taste the bitter tonic found in tears.