Under The Daisies

fn just been loara ing tb e lcssou of Ufe, Uhe Bad, K:id lcsson of loving, And all of its powera for ph-asure or pain Been slowly and sadly proving, And all thut's leftof the bright, brightdream, With its thousand brilliant pLases, Is e, handful of dust in a cofíln hid, A colíiu untler the daisieB, The beautiful, beautiful daisiea. And thus forever throughout this wideworld ís love a sorrow proviug; tíierc are still many Borrowfiü things Ín Ufa, But the eaddest of all is loving. The life of aome is worse than death, For fate a high wall oft raises, And far better than Ufe with two hoart - tranged Ib a low Rrave starr'd with daisieg, The beoutiful, biiantiful daisies.