A Demd, Damp, Moist, Unpleasant Body!

Oh, A Dainty Plant Is The Ivy Green, That Creepeth O'er Ruins Old! Of Right Choice Food Are His Meals, I Ween, In His Cell So Lone And Cold. Creeping Where No Life Is Seen, A Rare Old Plant Is The Ivy Green.

He Did Each Single Thing As If He Did Nothing Else.

If The World Go Wrong, It Was, In Some Off-hand Manner, Never Meant To Go Right.

Think Now And Then That There Is A Man Who Would Give His Life, To Keep A Life You Love Beside You.

I See A Beautiful City And A Brilliant People Rising From This Abyss. I See The Lives For Which I Lay Down My Life, Peaceful, Useful, Prosperous And Happy. I See That I Hold A Sanctuary In Their Hearts, And In The Hearts Of Their Descendants, Generations Hence. It Is A Far, Far Better Thing That I Do, Than I Have Ever Done; It Is A Far, Far Better Rest That I Go To Than I Have Ever Known.