Oh, How Short Are The Days! How

There Are Favorable Hours For Reading A Book, As For Writing It.

Where Should The Scholar Live? In Solitude, Or In Society? In The Green Stillness Of The Country, Where He Can Hear The Heart Of Nature Beat, Or In The Dark, Gray Town Where He Can Hear And Feel The Throbbing Heart Of Man?

Joy, Temperance, And Repose, Slam The Door On The Doctor's Nose.

The Gentle Wind, A Sweet And Passionate Wooer, Kisses The Blushing Leaf.

Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail On, O Union, Strong And Great.