For A Laggard In Love, And A

High Minds, Of Native Pride And Force, Most Deeply Feel Thy Pangs, Remorse; Fear, For Their Scourge, Means Villains Have, Thou Art The Torturer Of The Brave!

Sleep In Peace, And Wake In Joy.

I Cannot Tell How The Truth May Be; I Say The Tale As It Was Said To Me.

Welcome As The Flowers In May.

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.