The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Praise is deeper than the lips
O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.
A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
What a thing friendship is - World without end.