The Teachers Of Our Law, And To

I Will Not Allow My Daughters To Learn Foreign Languages Because One Tongue Is Sufficient For A Woman.

Who, As They Sung, Would Take The Prison'd Soul And Lap It In Elysium.

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East, And Leads With Her The Flowery May, Who From Her Green Lap Throws The Yellow Cowslip And The Pale Primrose. Hail, Bounteous May, That Dost Inspire Mirth, And Youth, And Warm Desire! Woods And Groves Are Of Thy Dressing; Hill And Dale Doth Boast Thy Blessing. Thus We Salute Thee With Our Early Song, And Welcome Thee, And Wish Thee Long.

Mutual Love, The Crown Of All Our Bliss.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.