Taste The Joy That Springs From Labor.

Your Silent Tents Of Green We Deck With Fragrant Flowers; Yours Has The Suffering Been, The Memory Shall Be Ours.

As I Gaze Upon The Sea! All The Old Romantic Legends, All My Dreams, Come Back To Me.

However Things May Seem, No Evil Thing Is Success And No Good Thing Is Failure.

There Is No Light In Earth Or Heaven But The Cold Light Of Stars; And The First Watch Of Night Is Given To The Red Planet Mars.

Take Them, O Death! And Bear Away Whatever Thou Canst Call Thine Own! Thine Image, Stamped Upon This Clay, Doth Give Thee That, But That Alone!