Welcome As The Flowers In May.

Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

Do Not Christians And Heathens, And Jews And Gentiles, And Poets And Philosophers, Unite In Allowing The Starry Influences?

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

The Will To Do, The Soul To Dare..

Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has Its Billet