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There Are Gems Of Wondrous Brightness Ofttimes Lying At Our Feet, And We Pass Them, Walking Thoughtless, Down The Busy, Crowded Street. If We Knew, Our Pace Would Slacken, We Would Step More Oft With Care, Lest Our Careless Feet Be Treading To The Earth Some Jewel Rare.

I've A Neater, Sweeter Maiden In A Cleaner, Greener Land!

He Who Faces No Calamity Gains No Courage.

There's A Legion That Never Was 'listed, That Carries No Colours Or Crest, But, Split In A Thousand Detachments, Is Breaking The Road For The Rest.

Oh, East Is East, And West Is West, And Never The Twain Shall Meet, Till Earth And Sky Stand Presently At God’s Great Judgment Seat; But There Is Neither East Nor West, Border, Nor Breed, Nor Birth, When Two Strong Men Stand Face To Face, Tho’ They Come From The Ends Of The Earth!