Fill High The Cup With

Ancient Of Days! August Athena! Where, Where Are Thy Men Of Might? Thy Grand In Soul? Gone--glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were; First In The Race That Led To Glory's Goal, They Won, And Pass'd Away--is This The Whole?

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

Once More Upon The Waters! Yet Once More! And The Waves Bound Beneath Me As A Steed That Knows His Rider.

The Devil Was The First Democrat

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.