To The Guests That Must Go Bid God's Speed

To The Guests That Must Go Bid
God's Speed And Brush Away All Traces
Of Their Steps.

Take To Your Bosom With A Smile
What Is Easy And Simple And Near.

To-day Is The Festival Of Phantoms
That Know Not When They Die.

Let Your Laughter Be But A Meaning-
Less Mirth Like Twinkles Of Light On
The Ripples.

Let Your Life Lightly Dance On The
Edges Of Time Like Dew On The Tip Of
A Leaf.

Strike In Chords From Your Harp
Fitful Momentary Rhythms.