When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

The Setting Sun, And The Music At The Close, As The Last Taste Of Sweets, Is Sweetest Last, Writ In Rememberance More Than Long Things Past.