All Ye That Pass By! While We

Life's Battle Is A Conquest For The Strong; The Meaning Shows In The Defeated Thing.

When The Last Sea Is Sailed And Last Shallow Charted, When The Last Field Is Reaped And The Last Harvest Stored, When The Last Fire Is Out And The Last Guest Departed Grant The Last Prayer That I Pray, Be Good To Me, O Lord.

Love Is A Flame To Burn Out Human Wills, Love Is A Flame To Set The Will On Fire, Love Is A Flame To Cheat Men Into Mire.

Since The Printing Press Came Into Being, Poetry Has Ceased To Be The Delight Of The Whole Community Of Man; It Has Become The Amusement And Delight Of The Few.

In This Life He Laughs Longest Who Laughs Last.