(Byron's poem:) There is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods There is a rapture on the lonely shore There is society where none intrudes By the deep sea, and music in its roar I love not man the less but nature more From these interviews in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before To mingle with the universe... and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain Man marks the Earth with ruin, yet his control Stops with the shore... upon the watery plain (Rusty's lyrics:) So wrote the poet not long ago His heart would be crushed if he were to know That man's foolish greed has even taken the sea The blue of the sky, and the starry night So now the crossroads where we've arrived Demands a choice of every soul alive Do we continue down this road of ruin Or mingle with the universal tune That we can ne're express... yet easily can feel (Back to Byron's poem:) There is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods There is a rapture on the lonely shore From all I may be, or have been before To mingle with the universe... and feel