How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

... And Death Unloads Thee.

Did He So Often Lodge In Open Field, In Winter's Cold And Summer's Parching Heat, To Conquer France, His True Inheritance?

Un-thread The Rude Eye Of Rebellion, And Welcome Home Again Discarded Faith.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.