Life's Bloomy Flush Was Lost.

Tis Easiest Dealing With The Firmest Mind-- More Just When It Resists, And, When It Yields, More Kind.

Lo! The Poor Toper Whose Untutored Sense, Sees Bliss In Ale, And Can With Wine Dispense; Whose Head Proud Fancy Never Taught To Steer, Beyond The Muddy Ecstasies Of Beer.

But Monument Themselves Memorials Need.

I Paint The Cot, As Truth Will Paint It, And As Bards Will Not.

That All Men Would Be Cowards If They Dare, Some Men We Know Have Courage To Declare.