Ah! What Would The World Be To

Whenever Nature Leaves A Hole In A Person's Mind, She Generally Plasters It Over With A Thick Coat Of Self-conceit.

The Air Of Summer Was Sweeter Than Wine.

Think Not Because No Man Sees, Such Things Will Remain Unseen.

And When The Echoes Had Ceased, Like A Sense Of Pain Was The Silence.

Sail On Ship Of State, Sail On, I Union, Strong And Great! Humanity With All Its Fears, With All Its Hopes Of Future Years, Is Hanging On Thy Fate!