Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.

The Grave Unites; Where E'en The Great Find Rest, And Blended Lie Th' Oppressor And Th' Oppressed!

Love, Free As Air, At Sight Of Human Ties, Spreads His Light Wings, And In A Moment Flies.

The Lights And Shades, Whose Well-accorded Strife Gives All The Strength And Color Of Our Life.

He Best Can Paint Them Who Shall Feel Them Most.

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.