Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.

The Temples Perish, But The God Still Lives.

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.

We Must Not Pluck Death From The Maker's Hand.

England! My Country, Great And Free! Heart Of The World, I Leap To Thee!