I have nothing
at all to justify
just a common person
quietly passing by

the world is by wisdom
inundated-- the why
of life is beyond my mind-
all I know is I live and die

how lonely indeed
is each individual life
tears are more common
than joys---in every eye-

ah, love so tender, so sublime
like the brightest rose under the sky
has its low as well as its high
though unknown to others is its silent cry