For Love Will Still Be Lord Of

"charge, Chester, Charge! On, Stanley, On!" Were The Last Words Of Marmion.

Well, Then--our Course Is Chosen--spread The Sail-- Heave Oft The Lead, And Mark The Soundings Well-- Look To The Helm, Good Master--many A Shoal Marks This Stern Coast, And Rocks, Where Sits The Siren Who, Like Ambition, Lures Men To Their Ruin.

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

Treason Seldom Dwells With Courage.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.