Do what you will this life's a fiction, and is made up of contradiction... The countless gold of a merry heart, the rubies and pearls of a loving eye,the indolent never can bring to the mart, nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

Bring my house back!

Each Man is in his Spectre's power
Until the arrival of that hour,
When his Humanity awake, 
And cast his Spectre into the Lake.
Bring my house back !