Blood Streams In Sacrifice; Yet Anguish Finds

Who Cannot Open An Honest Mind No Friend Will He Be Of Mine.

Who Knows But Life Be That Which Men Call Death, And Death What Men Call Life?

Only One In Command: That's The Way In The Home And The Way In The State When It Must Find Measures Best For Mankind.

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

A Wretched Child Is He Who Does Not Return His Parents' Care.