When Folks Find I Ain't Afeard To

Love Differs From All The Other Contagious Diseases: The Last Time A Man Is Exposed To It, He Takes It Most Readily, And Has It The Worst!

Never A Lip Is Curved With Pain That Can't Be Kissed Into Smiles Again.

Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

Hark! I Hear The Tramp Of Thousands, And Of Armèd Men The Hum; Lo, A Nation's Hosts Have Gathered Round The Quick Alarming Drum Saying, Come, Freemen, Come! Ere Your Heritage Be Wasted, Said The Quick Alarming Drum.

But, When The Goddess' Work Is Done,the Woman's Still Remains.