They Never Sought In Vain That Sought

Such Is The Fate Of Simple Bard, On Life's Rough Ocean Luckless Starr'd

When Matters Are Desperate We Must Put On A Desperate Face.

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?