All Difficulties Are Easy When They Are

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

As There Comes Light From Heaven And Words From Breath, As There Is Sense In Truth And Truth In Virtue

Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One Dust.

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.