Follow The Dream, And Always The Dream,

The American Does Not Drink At Meals As A Sensible Man Should. Indeed, He Has No Meals. He Stuffs For Ten Minutes Thrice A Day.

The Wild Hawk To The Wind-swept Sky The Deer To The Wholesome Wold; And The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid, As It Was In The Days Of Old.

It's Clever, But Is It Art?

And No One Shall Work For Money, And No One Shall Work For Fame, But Each For The Joy Of The Working, And Each, In His Separate Star, Shall Draw The Thing As He Sees It For The God Of Things As They Are!

Also, We Will Make Promise. So Long As The Blood Endures, I Shall Know That Your Good Is Mine: Ye Shall Feel That My Strength Is Yours: In The Day Of Armageddon, At The Last Great Fight Of All, That Our House Stand Together And The Pillars Do Not Fall.