My Soul Is Full Of

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.

Every Man Has His Secret Sorrows.

A Word That Has Been Said May Be Unsaid-it Is But Air. But When A Deed Is Done, It Cannot Be Undone, Nor Can Our Thoughts Reach Out To All The Mischiefs That May Follow.

Not In The Clamor Of The Crowded Street, Not In The Shouts And Plaudits Of The Throng, But In Ourselves, Are Triumph And Defeat.

Welcome, My Old Friend, Welcome To A Foreign Fireside.