I Was Not Always A Man Of

Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With Less Of Earth In Them Than Heaven.

Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery Of Mysteries!

Every Hour Has Its End.

Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face, And Want Call Quench The Eye's Bright Grace.

For A Laggard In Love, And A Dastard In War, Was To Wed The Fair Ellen Of Lochinvar.