When She Had Passed, It Seemed Like

Defeat May Be Victory In Disguise.

O Flower-de-luce, Bloom On, And Let The River Linger To Kiss Thy Feet! O Flower Of Song, Bloom On, And Make Forever The World More Fair And Sweet.

The Country Is Not Priest-ridded, But Press-ridden.

The Setting Of A Great Hope Is Like The Setting Of The Sun. The Brightness Of Our Life Is Gone.

Tell Me Not, In Mournful Numbers, Life Is But An Empty Dream!