Death Devours All Lovely Things.

But She Was Not Made For Any Man, And She Will Never Be All Mine.

Not For The Flag Of Any Land Because Myself Was Born There Will I Give Up My Life. But I Will Love That Land Where Man Is Free, And That Will I Defend.

Here's A Song Was Never Sung: Growing Old Is Dying Young.

Soar, Eat Ether, See What Has Never Been Seen; Depart, Be Lost, But Climb.

There Are A Hundred Places Where I Fear To Go, --so With His Memory They Brim! And Entering With Relief Some Quiet Place Where Never Fell His Foot Or Shone His Face I Say, 'there Is No Memory Of Him Here!' And So Stand Stricken, So Remembering Him!