I WISH I COULD FLY TO THE FAR OFF LANDS WHERE NO ONE KNOWS ME BY MY NAME, THEN ONLY MAY BE I WILL GET THE ULTIMATE PEACE.
The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.