It Was The Schooner Hesperus, That Sailed

Ah Me! What Wonder-working, Occult Science Can From The Ashes In Our Hearts Once More The Rose Of Youth Restore? What Craft Of Alchemy Can Bid Defiance To Time And Change, And For A Single Hour Renew This Phantom-flower?

Sail On Ship Of State, Sail On, I Union, Strong And Great! Humanity With All Its Fears, With All Its Hopes Of Future Years, Is Hanging On Thy Fate!

Wondrous Strong Are The Spells Of Fiction.

The Picture That Approaches Sculpture Nearest Is The Best Picture.

Ah, The Souls Of Those That Die Are But Sunbeams Lifted Higher.