O Peace! How Many Wars

A Gen'rous Heart Repairs A Sland'rous Tongue.

The Meeting Points The Sacred Hair Dissever From The Fair Head, Forever, And Forever! Then Flashed The Living Lightning From Her Eyes, And Screams Of Horror Rend Th' Affrighted Skies.

Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

A Man Of Business May Talk Of Philosophy; A Man Who Has None May Practice It.