Ah! Never Shall The Land Forget.

Still Sweet With Blossoms Is The Year's Fresh Prime.

Truth Gets Well If She Is Run Over By A Locomotive, While Error Dies Of Lockjaw If She Scratches Her Finger.

Ah! Never Shall The Land Forget How Gushed The Life-blood Of Her Brave -

Come When The Rains Have Glazed The Snow And Clothed The Trees With Ice, While The Slant Sun Of February Pours Into The Bowers A Flood Of Light. Approach! The Incrusted Surface Shall Upbear Thy Steps And The Broad Arching Portals Of The Grove Welcome Thy Entering.

The Victory Of Endurance Born.