The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down,

Not What We Give, But What We Share, For The Gift Without The Giver Is Bare.

They Are Slaves Who Fear To Speak, For The Fallen And The Weak.

The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream Into The Oceans's Blue.

Fools, When Their Roof-tree Falls, Think It Doomsday.

There Is A Law Of Neutralization Of Forces, Which Hinders Bodies From Sinking Beyond A Certain Depth In The Sea; But In The Ocean Of Baseness, The Deeper We Get, The Easier The Sinking.