Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love

Let Joy Be Unconfined.

Few Things Surpass Old Wine; And They May Preach Who Please, The More Because They Preach In Vain

Egypt! From Whose All Dateless Tombs Arose Forgotten Pharaohs From Their Long Repose, And Shook Within Their Pyramids To Hear A New Cambyses Thundering In Their Ear; While The Dark Shades Of Forty Ages Stood Like Startled Giants By Nile's Famous Flood.

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.

He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It - Peace!