We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each

For All We Take We Must Pay, But The Price Is Cruel High.

Our Hearts Where They Rocked Our Cradle, Our Love Where We Spent Our Toil, And Our Faith, And Our Hope, And Our Honor, We Pledge To Our Native Soil. God Gave All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Our Hearts Are Small, Ordained For Each One Spot Should Prove Beloved Over All.

A Man's Mind Is Wont To Tell Him More Than Seven Watchmen Sitting In A Tower.

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!

Often And Often Afterwards, The Beloved Aunt Would Ask Me Why I Had Never Told Anyone How I Was Being Treated. Children Tell Little More Than Animals, For What Comes To Them They Accept As Eternally Established.