Darkness Is Strong, And So

Attention Is The Stuff That Memory Is Made Of, And Memory Is Accumulated Genius.

Keats Longed For Fame, But Longed Above All To Deserve It.

Not What We Give, But What We Share, For The Gift Without The Giver Is Bare.

And What They Dare To Dream Of, Date To Do.

All Share In The Government Of The World Was Denied For Centuries To Perhaps The Ablest, Certainly The Most Tenacious Race That Had Ever Lived In It