Though The Mills Of God Grind Slowly,

The Dawn Is Not Distant, Nor Is The Night Starless; Love Is Eternal.

There Are Things Of Which I May Not Speak; There Are Dreams That Cannot Die; There Are Thoughts That Make The Strong Heart Weak, And Bring A Pallor Into The Cheek, And A Mist Before The Eye.

Such Was The Wreck Of The Hesperus, In The Midnight And The Snow! Christ Save Us All From A Death Like This, On The Reef Of Norman's Woe!

Even Cities Have Their Graves!

A Town That Boasts Inhabitants Like Me Can Have No Lack Of Good Society.