He Was A Man Of His Times.

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.

In Commitment, We Dash The Hopes Of A Thousand Potential Selves.

Where Are The Forms The Sculptor's Soul Hath Seized? In Him Alone, Can Nature Show As Fair?

The Place Is Very Well And Quiet And The Children Only Scream In A Low Voice.

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.