But Facts Are Facts And

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

Love, Hope, Fear, Faith - These Make Humanity; These Are Its Sign And Note And Character.

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.