In Warlike Pomp, With Banners Flowing, The

Peace Without Justice Is A Low Estate,— A Coward Cringing To An Iron Fate! But Peace Through Justice Is The Great Ideal,— We'll Pay The Price Of War To Make It Real.

A Clean And Sensitive Conscience, A Steady And Scrupulous Integrity In Small Things As Well As Large, Is The Most Valuable Of All Possessions, To A Nation As To An Individual.

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.

Every House Where Love Abides And Friendship Is A Guest, Is Surely Home, And Home Sweet Home For There The Heart Can Rest.

Half Of The Secular Unrest And Dismal, Profane Sadness Of Modern Society Comes From The Vain Ideas That Every Man Is Bound To Be A Critic For Life.