I Cannot Tell How The Truth May

Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface To Make It Welcome. And They Drank The Red Wine Through The Helmet Barr'd.

But Search The Land Of Living Men, Where Wilt Thou Find Their Like Again?

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

The Chain Of Friendship, However Bright, Does Not Stand The Attrition Of Constant Close Contact.

Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White Steed; Oft Has He Helped Me At Pinch Of Need.