When Chill November's Surly Blast

Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn!

That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The Keystane.

There Is No Such Uncertainty As A Sure Thing.

And Wild-scatter'd Cowslips Bedeck The Green Dale.

To Make A Happy Fireside Clime To Weans And Wife, That's The True Pathos And Sublime Of Human Life.