The Fireflies O'er The Meadow In Pulses

With Every Anguish Of Our Earthly Part The Spirit's Sight Grows Clearer.

The Pine Is The Mother Of Legends.

A Ginooine Statesman Should Be On His Guard, If He Must Hev Beliefs, Not To B'lieve 'em Too Hard.

All That Hath Been Majestical In Life Or Death, Since Time Began, Is Native In The Simple Heart Of All, The Angel Heat Of Man.

Once To Every Person And Nation Come The Moment To Decide. In The Conflict Of Truth With Falsehood, For The Good Or Evil Side.