I Have No Gift Of Words, But

All We Have Of Freedom All We Use Or Know This Our Fathers Bought For Us Long And Long Ago

Oh East Is East And West Is West And Never The Twain Shall Meet.

When The Hymalayan Peasant Meets The He-bear In His Pride, He Shouts To Scare The Monster, Who Will Often Turn Aside. But The She-bear Thus Accosted, Rends The Peasant Tooth And Nail, For The Female Of The Species Is More Deadly Than The Male.

God Could Not Be Everywhere, And Therefore He Made Mothers.

Good Luck Go With You, O Chief Of The Wolves. And Good Luck And Strong White Teeth Go With Noble Children That They May Never Forget The Hungry In This World.