Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

If we must die, O let us nobly die.

It's when you are down that you learn about your faults.

If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, If we must die, O let us nobly die.

We are like trees. We wear all colors naturally.

Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed.