The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.

Words once spoken can never be recalled.

I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.

Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.

Choose an author as you would a friend.