Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease Us Out Of Thought As Doth Eternity.

O Let Me Lead Her Gently O'er The Brook, Watch Her Half-smiling Lips And Downward Look; O Let Me For One Moment Touch Her Wrist; Let Me One Moment To Her Breathing List; And As She Leaves Me, May She Often Turn Her Fair Eyes Looking Through Her Locks Auburne.

Asleep In Lap Of Legends Old.

Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water.

Why Employ Intelligent And Highly Paid Ambassadors And Then Go And Do Their Work For Them? You Don't Buy A Canary And Sing Yourself.