Show ALast A ALast Last Sad Farewell Rest Res rest for the weary sole Sleep sleep for the drowsy head Piece piece of a bakers baker's roll For a stomach long unfed 1 And so Volume Four is dead Do we regret him r-im In In the language of Homer Not much Now hes he's gone well we'll not recall him Here is health to his ashes bitter tears of joy to his memory and good wishes to his debts May they live long and increase V Volume Five welcome Tears and pity to thy staff which goeth out with neither purse nor manu script We Weare Weare Weare are sorry we cannot be with you next year Our souls yearn with a deep and grievous yearning but it may not be You will meet but you will miss us There will be one vacant chair Well We'll be growing In n the ripples of our hair This must be interpreted with the true poetic spirit but if it is too deep for some to understand let it pass as an echo of a once brilliant mind now hopelessly hopelessly hopelessly hope hope- lessly shattered We will continue To live for those who love us m us For the hearts that find us true For the heaven that smiles above us f 7 fAnd And the good that we can do 1 jt jI I I FINIS |