If I Were Hanged On The Highest

Who Has Smelled The Woodsmoke At Twilight, Who Has Seen The Campfire Burning, Who Is Quick To Read The Noises Of The Night?

Our Hearts Where They Rocked Our Cradle, Our Love Where We Spent Our Toil, And Our Faith, And Our Hope, And Our Honor, We Pledge To Our Native Soil. God Gave All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Our Hearts Are Small, Ordained For Each One Spot Should Prove Beloved Over All.

(an Unhappy Childhood Was Not) An Unsuitable Preparation For My Future, In That It Demanded A Constant Wariness, The Habit Of Observation, And The Attendance On Moods And Tempers; The Noting Of Discrepancies Between Speech And Action; A Certain Reserve Of Demeanour; And Automatic Suspicion Of Sudden Favours.

At Twenty The Things For Which One Does Not Care A Damn Should, Properly, Be Many.

Your New-caught, Sullen Peoples, / Half-devil And Half Child.