Even Cities Have Their Graves!

And So We Plough Along, As The Fly Said To The Ox.

Let Us, Then, Be What We Are; Speak What We Think; And In All Things Keep Ourselves Loyal To Truth.

Let Us Be Merciful As Well As Just.

By The Shores Of Gitchee Gumee, By The Shining Big-sea-water, Stood The Wigwam Of Nokomis, Daughter Of The Moon, Nokomis, Dark Behind It Rose The Forest, Rose The Black And Gloomy Pine-trees, Rose The Firs With Cones Upon Them; Bright Before It Beat The Water, Beat The Clear And Sunny Water, Beat The Shining Big-sea-water.

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