Look Back, And Smile On

What Can They See In The Longest Kingly Line In Europe, Save That It Runs Back To A Successful Soldier?

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

Spangling The Wave With Lights As Vain As Pleasures In The Vale Of Pain, That Dazzle As They Fade.

And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.