History Is A Cyclic Poem Written By

Within My Heart Is The Lamp Of Love, And That Is Day!

Jealousy's Eyes Are Green.

Many A Green Isle Needs Must Be In The Deep Wide Sea Of Misery, Or The Mariner, Worn And Wan, Never Thus Could Voyage On.

I Know The Cause Of All Human Disappointment -- Worldly Prejudice.

Nought May Endure But Mutability.