Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

Those Who Will Not Reason, Are Bigots, Those Who Cannot, Are Fools, And Those Who Dare Not, Are Slaves.

I Do Detest Everything Which Is Not Perfectly Mutual.

As Winds Come Whispering Lightly From The West, Kissing, Not Ruffling, The Blue Deep's Serene.

I Have No Consistency, Except In Politics; And That Probably Arises From My Indifference To The Subject Altogether.