A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

Now Deep In Ocean Sunk The Lamp Of Light, And Drew Behind The Cloudy Vale Of Night.

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

The Hearts Of The Great Can Be Changed.