As Falls The Dew On

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even To The Knife!"

I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest Between Man And His Maker.

Always Laugh When You Can. It Is Cheap Medicine.