Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.

Think Not I Am What I Appear.

I Depart, Whither I Know Not; But The Hour's Gone By When Albion's Lessening Shores Could Grieve Or Glad Mine Eye.

History, With All Her Volumes Vast, Hath But One Page.

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.