The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heartfelt

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Fluttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go. O Never Fear, Lads, Naught's To Dread, Look Not To Left Nor Right: In All The Endless Road You Tread There's Nothing But The Night.

The Time Shall Come, When, Free As Seas Or Wind, Unbounded Thames Shall Flow For All Mankind, Whole Nations Enter With Each Swelling Tide, And Seas But Join The Regions They Divide; Earth's Distant Ends Our Glory Shall Behold, And The New World Launch Forth To Seek The Old.

Honor And Shame From No Condition Rise. Act Well Your Part: There All The Honor Lies.

Education Forms The Common Mind. Just As The Twig Is Bent, The Tree's Inclined.

Wit Is The Lowest Form Of Humor.