Is Death The Last Sleep?

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

Like The Dew On The Mountain, Like The Foam On The River, Like The Bubble On The Fountain, Thou Art Gone, And For Ever!

As Long As The Fates Permit, Live Cheerfully.

Look Not Thou On Beauty's Charming; Sit Thou Still When Kings Are Arming; Taste Not When The Wine-cup Glistens; Speak Not When The People Listens

If You Keep A Thing Seven Years, You Are Sure To Find A Use For It.