Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe,

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.

Make Us Happy And You Make Us Good.