But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why,

Sorrow Like A Ceaseless Rain Beats Upon My Heart. People Twist And Scream In Pain-- Dawn Will Find Them Still Again; This Has Neither Wax Nor Wane, Neither Stop Nor Start.

She Is Happy Where She Lies With The Dust Upon Her Eyes.

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

Let Us Not Forget Such Words, And All They Mean, As Hatred, Bitterness, And Rancor Greed, Intolerance, Bigotry; Let Us Renew Our Faith And Pledge To Man, His Right To Be Himself And Free.

Martyred Many Times Must Be Who Would Keep His Country Free.