It will happen soon then End
Of these painful memories
Filled in orgoglio’s den
The moon and sun will bow down
And the triumph be blown
The great event to come
To end the human suffering
Again we will be living to love
I will call back my dead poet
Whose soul roams in NORTHAMPTON?
I will show him with love
His COUNTRY TOO HAD A POST OFFICE
And your creation is no more baseless
Those notions of unhappiness
Were not baseless…