What We Do Belongs To What We

Love That Leads Life Upward Is The Noblest And The Best.

What We Do Belongs To What We Are; And What We Are Is What Becomes Of Us.

Flowers Rejoice When Night Is Done, Lift Their Heads To Greet The Sun; Sweetest Looks And Odours Raise, In A Silent Hymn Of Praise.

For Ever So Our Thoughtful Hearts Repeaton Fields Of Triumph Dirges Of Defeat;and Still We Turn On Gala-days To Treadamong The Rustling Memories Of The Dead.

What Is Fortune, What Is Fame? Futile Gold And Phantom Name- Riches Buried In A Cave, Glory Written On A Grave.