Whenever Nature Leaves A Hole In A

Oh, How Short Are The Days! How Soon The Night Overtakes Us!

And The Night Shall Be Filled With Music, And The Cares, That Infest The Day, Shall Fold Their Tents Like The Arabs, And Silently Steal Away.

The Strength Of Criticism Lies In The Weakness Of The Thing Criticized.

But Ah! What Once Has Been Shall Be No More! The Groaning Earth In Travail And In Pain Brings Forth Its Races, But Does Not Restore, And The Dead Nations Never Rise Again.

There's Nothing Fair Nor Beautiful, But Takes Something From Thee, That Makes It Beautiful.