I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
Richard HoveyOur cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we lay, and violets o'er each unforgotten head.
Richard HoveyThe East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend / As a man and a woman that plight / Their troth in the warm spring night.
Richard Hovey