The Country Is Not Priest-ridded,

The Day Is Cold, And Dark, And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind In Never Weary; The Vine Still Clings To The Mouldering Wall, But At Every Gust The Dead Leaves Fall, And The Day Is Dark And Dreary.

The Nile, Forever New And Old, Among The Living And The Dead, Its Mighty, Mystic Stream Has Rolled.

Know How Sublime A Thing It Is To Suffer And Be Strong.

Love Is Sunshine, Hate Is Shadow, Life Is Checkered Shade And Sunshine.

Youth Comes But Once In A Lifetime.