His Faithful Dog Salutes The Smiling Guest.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

Our Land, The First Garden Of Liberty's Tree-- It Has Been, And Shall Be, The Land Of The Free.

An Original Something, Dear Maid, You Would Wish Me To Write; But How Shall I Begin? For I'm Sure I Have Not Original In Me, Excepting Original Sin.

The Combat Deepens. On, Ye Brave, Who Rush To Glory Or The Grave! Wave, Munich! All Thy Banners Wave, And Charge With All Thy Chivalry!

The Smaller Your Reality, The More Convinced You Are That You Know Everything.