Who Shall Decide When Doctors

Charm Strikes The Sight, But Merit Wins The Soul.

Who Sees With Equal Eye, As God Of All, A Hero Perish Or A Sparrow Fall, Atoms Or Systems Into Ruin Hurl'd, And Now A Bubble Burst, And Now A World.

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.

Learn Of The Little Nautilus To Sail, Spread The Thin Oar, And Catch The Driving Gale.

I As Little Fear That God Will Damn A Man That Has Charity, As I Hope That The Priests Can Save One Who Has Not.