They Never Fail Who Die

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.

In Hope To Merit Heaven By Making Earth A Hell.

Rough Johnson, The Great Moralist.

There Was A Sound Of Revelry By Night, And Belgium's Capital Had Gathered Then Her Beauty And Her Chivalry, And Bright The Lamps Shone O'er Fair Women And Brave Men. A Thousand Hearts Beat Happily; And When Music Arose With Its Voluptuous Swell, Soft Eyes Looked Love To Eyes Which Spake Again, And All Went Merry As A Marriage Bell. But Hush! Hark! A Deep Sound Strikes Like A Rising Knell!

Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue Ocean