I was born to be alone and I always shall be but now I want to be.

I live to hail that season by gifted one foretold when men shall live by reason and not alone by gold.

Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her alone shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

Man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.

Faith mighty faith the promise sees And looks to God alone Laughs at impossibilities And cries it shall be done.

I shall not grow conservative with age.

The stars shall fade away the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth Unhurt amidst the wars of elements The wrecks of matter and the crush of worlds.

But an old age serene and bright and lovely as a Lapland night shall lead thee to thy grave.