Heap On More Wood! - The Wind

For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.

Come Forth, Old Man,--thy Daughter's Side Is Now The Fitting Place For Thee: When Time Has Quell'd The Oak's Bold Pride, The Youthful Tendril Yet May Hide, The Ruins Of The Parent Tree.

Look Back, And Smile On Perils Past.

In The Lost Battle, Borne Down By The Flying, Where Mingles War's Rattle With Groans Of The Dying.

Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery Of Mysteries!