Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future

Fair Greece! Sad Relic Of Departed Worth! Immortal, Though No More! Though Fallen, Great!

Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer For Other's Weal Avail'd On High, Mine Will Not All Be Lost In Air, But Waft Thy Name Beyond The Sky.

And If I Laugh At Any Mortal Thing, 'tis That I May Not Weep.

Man Marks The Earth With Ruin - His Control Stops With The Shore.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.