And Children Know, Instinctive Taught,

Here Is Neither Want Of Appetite Nor Mouths, Pray Heaven We Be Not Scant Of Meat Or Mirth.

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

Every Hour Has Its End.

The Sickening Pang Of Hope Deferr'd.

For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.