Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start when memory plays an o >>
Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man. >>
Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles d >>
A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glan >>
Our ideals are our better selves. >>
The actual well seen is ideal. >>
Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down?