To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind

What Millions Died That Caesar Might Be Great!

Love! The Surviving Gift Of Heaven, The Choicest Sweet Of Paradise, In Life's Else Bitter Cup Distilled.

But Sad As Angels For The Good Man's Sin, Weep To Record, And Blush To Give It In.

Who Hail Thee, Man! The Pilgrim Of The Day, Spouse Of The Worm, And Brother Of The Clay.

What Though My Winged Hours Of Bliss Have Been, Like Angel Visits, Few And Far Between.