Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.

Old Grandsires Talk Of Yesterday With Sorrow, And For Our Children We Reserve Tomorrow.

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

I Sing The Progress Of A Deathless Soul.

Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.