On With The Dance! Let Joy Be

This Is To Be Along; This, This Is Solitude!

Muse Of The Many Twinkling Feet, Whose Charms Are Now Extending Up From Legs To Arms.

There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The Spirit Calms As Rum And True Religion.

It Would Be Difficult, Perhaps, To Find The Annals Of A Nation Less Stained With Crimes Than Those Of The Armenians, Whose Virtues Have Been Those Of Peace, And Their Vices Those Of Compulsion. But Whatever May Have Been Their Destiny And It Has Been Bitter Whatever It May Be In Future, Their Country Must Ever Be One Of The Most Interesting On The Globe.

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.