Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.