The Dome Of Thought, The

And Those Who Saw, It Did Surprise, Such Drops Could Fall From Human Eyes.

The Poor Dog, In Life The Firmest Friend. The First To Welcome, Foremost To Defend.

Yet Still There Whispers The Small Voice Within, Heard Through Gain's Silence, And O'er Glory's Din; Whatever Creed Be Taught Or Land Be Trod, Man's Conscience Is The Oracle Of God.

By Headless Charles See Heartless Henry Lies.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.