Call No Man Happy Till He Is

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

God's Most Lordly Gift To Man Is Decency Of Mind.

Report Uttered By The People Is Everywhere Of Great Power.