All June I Bound The Rose In

No Thought Which Ever Stirred A Human Breast Should Be Untold.

The Great Beacon Light God Sets In All, The Conscience Of Each Bosom.

Then Welcome Each Rebuff That Turns Earth's Smoothness Rough, Each Sting That Bids Nor Sit Nor Stand, But Go! Be Our Joys Three-parts Pain! Strive, And Hold Cheap The Strain; Learn, Nor Account The Pang; Dare, Never Grudge The Throe!

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

Night Conceals A World But Reveals A Universe.