O thou immortal deity
Whose throne is in the depth of human thought,
I do adjure thy power and thee
By all that man may be, by all that he is not,
By all that he has been and yet must be!
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Going to war without the French is like going duck hunting without your accordian.
by John Vance Cheney
I
Slow trembles from her envied crown
A red leaf down;
And the smile dies
Into the darkness of her eyes.
II
The hurt hours droop and hover,
Passing the hallowed place;