Come He Slow Or Come

On His Bold Visage Middle Age Had Slightly Press'd Its Signet Sage, Yet Had Not Quench'd The Open Truth And Fiery Vehemence Of Youth: Forward And Frolic Glee Was There, The Will To Do, The Soul To Dare.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.

Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar, For Lovers Love The Western Star.

Breathes There The Man With Soul So Dead, Who Never To Himself Hath Said, This Is My Own, My Native Land.

Of All Vices, Drinking Is The Most Incompatible With Greatness.