Man Who Man Would Be, Must Rule

I Am Not Much Of A Hand At Love Songs, You See I Mingle Metaphysics With Even This, But Perhaps In This Age Of Philosophy That May Be Excused.

Where Is Perfection? Where I Cannot Reach.

Truth Has Always Been Found To Promote The Best Interests Of Mankind.

Lost Echo Sits Amid The Voiceless Mountains, And Feeds Her Grief.

There Is A Harmony In Autumn, And A Luster In Its Sky, Which Through The Summer Is Not Heard Or Seen, As If It Could Not Be, As If It Had Not Been!