Light Is The Task Where

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

After The Event, Even A Fool Is Wise.

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.