Innocence Has A Friend In Heaven.

Many A Crown Shines Spotless Now That Yet Was Deeply Sullied In The Winning.

O'er Ocean, With A Thousand Masts, Sails Forth The Stripling Bold- One Boat, Hard Rescued From The Deep, Draws Into Port The Old!

Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping Because He Didn't Roar?

Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke Should Wear His Cross Upon The Heart.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.