Without The Smile From Partial Beauty Won,

For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her Smile.

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!

Your Belief Systems Limit Your Reality To A Sub-set Of The Solution Space That Does Not Contain The Answer.

Tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.

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