Tis In Ourselves That We

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell Goes Out Sighing.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.