For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her

O Star-eyed Science, Hast Thou Wander'd There, To Waft Us Home The Message Of Despair?

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

Ye Are Brothers! Ye Are Men! And We Conquer But To Save.

For There No Yew Nor Cypress Spread Their Glom But Roses Blossom'd Each Rustic Tomb.

Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before.