Look Back, And Smile On Perils Past.

In The Name Of God!" Said Gurth, "how Came They Prisoners? And To Whom?" "our Master Was Too Ready To Fight," Said The Jester, "and Athelstane Was Not Ready Enough, And No Other Person Was Ready At All.

Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

When Israel, Of The Lord Belov'd, Out Of The Land Of Bondage Came, Her Fathers' God Before Her Mov'd, An Awful Guide In Smoke And Flame.