The Few That Pray At All Pray

This Fond Attachment To The Well-known Place Whence First We Started Into Life's Long Race, Maintains Its Hold With Such Unfailing Sway, We Feel It E'en In Age, And At Our Latest Day.

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.

War's A Game, Which, Were Their Subjects Wise, Kings Would Not Play At.

Sends Nature Forth The Daughter Of The Skies... To Dance On Earth, And Charm All Human Eyes.

Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart To Modest Cheeks, And Borrowed One From Art.