I See Before Me The Gladiator Lie.

For The Night Shows Stars And Women In A Better Light.

War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even To The Knife!"

This Man Is Freed From Servile Bands, Of Hope To Rise, Or Fear To Fall; Lord Of Himself, Though Not Of Lands, And Leaving Nothing, Yet Hath All.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

You Should Have A Softer Pillow Than My Heart.