For The Glory Born Of Goodness Never

For The Glory Born Of Goodness Never Dies, And Its Flag Is Not Half-masted In The Skies.

There Is Peace In The Swamp, Though The Quiet Is Death

One Big Vice In A Man Is Apt To Keep Out A Great Many Smaller Ones.

When Folks Find I Ain't Afeard To Speak My Mind On Their Affairs, They Kinder Guess I'm Tellin' The Truth About My Own.

Which I Wish To Remark-- And My Language Is Plain,-- That For Ways That Are Dark And For Tricks That Are Vain, The Heathen Chinee Is Peculiar.