What I Have To Say

The Man Who Is Deserving The Name Is The One Whose Thoughts And Exertions Are For Others Rather Than For Himself.

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.

On His Bold Visage Middle Age Had Slightly Press'd Its Signet Sage, Yet Had Not Quench'd The Open Truth And Fiery Vehemence Of Youth: Forward And Frolic Glee Was There, The Will To Do, The Soul To Dare.

That Day Of Wrath, That Dreadful Day. When Heaven And Earth Shall Pass Away.

For A Laggard In Love, And A Dastard In War, Was To Wed The Fair Ellen Of Lochinvar.