Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.