My Native Land, Good Night!

Brisk Confidence Still Best With Woman Copes: Pique Her And Soothe In Turn-soon Passion Crowns Thy Hopes.

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

But 'midst The Crowd, The Hum, The Shock Of Men, To Hear, To See, To Feel, And To Possess, And Roam Along, The World's Tired Denizen, With None Who Bless Us, None Whom We Can Bless.

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

Liberty - Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind