Who Speaks The Truth Stabs Falsehood To

The Quiet Tenderness Of Chaucer, Where You Almost Seem To Hear The Hot Tears Falling, And The Simple Choking Words Sobbed Out.

Communism Means Barbarism.

The Don Quixote Of One Generation May Live To Hear Himself Called The Savior Of Society By The Next.

The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down, And Still Fluttered Down The Snow.

Over Our Manhood Bend The Skies; Against Our Fallen And Traitor Lives The Great Winds Utter Prophecies; With Our Faint Hearts The Mountain Strives, Its Arms Outstretched, The Druid Wood Waits With Its Benedicite And To Our Age’s Drowsy Blood Still Shouts The Inspiring Sea.