A Lion May Die Of An Ass's

Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round By Rome.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

The Ultimate, Angels' Law, Indulging Every Instinct Of The Soul There Where Law, Life, Joy, Impulse Are One Thing!

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'