Let My Country Die For

For The Years, He Felt, Had Not Quenched His Soul, Or Hers.

The Sacred Pint Alone Can Unbind The Tongue.

Let My Country Die For Me.

Every Bond Is A Bond To Sorrow.

A Dim Antagonism Gathered Force Within Him And Darkened His Mind As A Cloud Against Her Disloyalty: And When It Passed, Cloudlike, Leaving His Mind Serene And Dutiful Towards Her Again, He Was Made Aware Dimly And Without Regret Of A First Noiseless Sundering Of Their Lives.