Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

Best Be Yourself, Imperial, Plain, And True.

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.