To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor

See How The World Its Veterans Rewards! A Youth Of Frolics, An Old Age Of Cards; Fair To No Purpose, Artful To No End, Young Without Lovers, Old Without A Friend; A Fop Their Passion, But Their Prize A Sot; Alive Ridiculous, And Dead Forgot.

The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is, And It Is Not, The Voice Of God.

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Fluttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go. O Never Fear, Lads, Naught's To Dread, Look Not To Left Nor Right: In All The Endless Road You Tread There's Nothing But The Night.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.