All Love Is Lost But Upon God

Gem Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocundity.

Noble Men In The Quiet Of Morning Hear Indians Singing The Continent's Violent Requiem.

Our Pleasance Here Is All Vain Glory, This False Warld Is But Transitory.

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The Fear Of Death Disturbs Me.

Scotsmen Are Metaphisical And Emotional, They Are Sceptical And Mystical, They Are Romantic And Ironic, They Are Cruel And Tender, And Full Of Mirth And Despair.