Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot

Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot Heal.

Bastard Freedom Waves Her Fustian Flag In Mockery Over Slaves.

All That's Bright Must Fade, The Brightest Still The Fleetest; All That's Sweet Was Made But To Be Lost When Sweetest.

Usually, The Main Problem With Life Conundrums Is That We Don't Bring To Them Enough Imagination

Though The Last Glimpse Of Erin With Sorrow I See, Yet Wherever Thou Art Shall Seem Erin To Me; In Exile Thy Bosom Shall Still Be My Home, And Thine Eyes Make My Climate Wherever We Roam.