Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And

Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The Neat-handed Phillis Dresses.

Yet I Argue Not Against Heav'n's Hand Or Will, Nor Bate A Jot Of Heart Or Hope; But Still Bear Up And Steer Right Onward.

No Institution Which Does Not Continually Test Its Ideals, Techniques And Measure Of Accomplishment Can Claim Real Vitality.

Our State Cannot Be Severed, We Are One, One Flesh; To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself.

The World Was All Before Them, Where To Choose Their Place Of Rest, And Providence Their Guide: They Hand In Hand, With Wandering Steps And Slow, Through Eden Took Their Solitary Way.