Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou

Tantarrara! The Joyous Book Of Spring Lies Open, Writ In Blossoms.

Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company Twice As Bad.

History Of Ireland--lawlessness And Turbulency, Robbery And Oppression, Hatred And Revenge, Blind Selfishness Everywhere--no Principle, No Heroism. What Can Be Done With It?

Writing Is Learning To Say Nothing, More Cleverly Every Day.

Round The World And Home Again, That's The Sailor's Way!