For Ever Singing As They Shine, The

T Is The Divinity That Stirs Within Us.

What Pity Is It That We Can Die, But Once To Serve Our Country.

Let Freedom Never Perish In Your Hands.

The Consciousness Of Being Loved Softens The Keenest Pang Even At The Moment Of Parting; Yea, Even The Eternal Farewell Is Robbed Of Half Of Its Bitterness When Uttered In Accents That Breathe Love To The Last Sigh.

No Oppression Is So Heavy Or Lasting As That Which Is Inflicted By The Perversion And Exorbitance Of Legal Authority.