There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.

Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when earth was young.

There 's a good time coming, boys! A good time coming.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men!