When Faltering Fingers Bid Me Cease To Write, And, Laying Down The Pen, I Seek The Night, May Those, To Whom The Daylight Still Is Sweet, With Loving Lips My Name Ofttimes Repeat. And Should Belshazzar'S Spirit Hither Stray, And Linger O'Er The Lines I Write To-Day, May He, Who Wept For Babylonia'S Fall, Look Kindly At This "Writing On The Wall"!