Poem by Alfred Castner King

Life's Mystery

I live, I move, I know not how, nor why,
  Float as a transient bubble on the air,
As fades the eventide I, too, must die;
  I came, I know not whence; I journey, where?

1. To the Pines
2. There Is an Air of Majesty
3. Grandeur
4. Nature's Child
5. The Fallen Tree

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