No Creature Smarts So Little As A

In Death A Hero, As In Life A Friend!

The Dances Ended, All The Fairy Train For Pinks And Daisies Search'd The Flow'ry Plain.

Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

Soft O'er The Shrouds Aerial Whispers Breathe, That Seemed But Zephyrs To The Train Beneath.

Beauty That Shocks You, Parts That None Will Trust, Wit That Can Creep, And Pride That Licks The Dust.