The Sun Never Sets On The Immense

Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above: For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

Without Courage There Cannot Be Truth, And Without Truth There Can Be No Other Virtue.

Where Shall The Lover Rest, Whom The Fates Sever From His True Maiden's Breast, Parted For Ever? Where, Through Groves Deep And High, Sounds The Far Billow, Where Early Violets Die, Under The Willow.

Each Age Has Deemed The New-born Year The Fittest Time For Festal Cheer.

Is Death The Last Sleep? No, It Is The Last And Final Awakening.