And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

Love Is Energy Of Life.

There Shall Never Be One Lost Good! What Was, Shall Live As Before; The Evil Is Null, Is Nought, Is Silence Implying Sound; What Was Good Shall Be Good, With For Evil So Much Good More; On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven, A Perfect Round.

Graved Inside Of It, "italy".

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

God's Justice, Tardy Though It Prove Perchance, Rests Never On The Track Until It Reach Delinquency.