The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The

O Grant Me, Heaven, A Middle State, Neither Too Humble Nor Too Great; More Than Enough, For Nature's Ends, With Something Left To Treat My Friends.

The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon.

Affliction Is The Wholesome Soil Of Virtue, Where Patience, Honor, Sweet Humility, And Calm Fortitude, Take Root And Strongly Flourish.

What Proves The Hero Truly Great,is Never, Never To Despair.

True Valor, On Virtue Founded Strong, Meets All Events Alike.