Crops failed; wealth took a flight; house, treasure, land, Slipped from my hold-thus plenty comes and goes. One friend I had, but he too loosed his hand (Or was it I?) the year I met with Rose.

I dare aver He is a brave discoverer Of climes his elders do not know. He has more learning than appears On the scroll of twice three thousand years.

Give me to die unwitting of the day, And stricken in Life's brave heat, with senses clear!