They Never Fail Who Die In A

Of All The Horrid, Hideous Notes Of Woe, Sadder Than Owl-songs Or The Midnight Blast; Is That Portentous Phrase, "i Told You So.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.

Yet Still There Whispers The Small Voice Within, Heard Through Gain's Silence, And O'er Glory's Din; Whatever Creed Be Taught Or Land Be Trod, Man's Conscience Is The Oracle Of God.

Fare Thee Well, And If For Ever Still For Ever Fare Thee Well.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad.