Caution Comes Too Late When We Are

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

Some Touch Of Nature's Genial Glow.

Alas!... What Is It, Valiant Knight, Save An Offering Of Sacrifice To A Demon Of Vain Glory, And A Passing Through The Fire Of Moloch? What Remains To You As A Prize Of All The Blood You Have Spilled, Of All The Travail And Pain You Have Endured, Of All The Tears Which Your Deeds Have Caused, When Death Hath Broken The Strong Man's Spear, And Overtaken The Speed Of His War-horse?

What Can They See In The Longest Kingly Line In Europe, Save That It Runs Back To A Successful Soldier?