Let Us Then, Be Up And Doing.

Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.

Buried Was The Bloody Hatchet; Buried Was The Dreadful War-club; Buried Were All Warlike Weapons, And The War-cry Was Forgotten. Then Was Peace Among The Nations.

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.

Oh The Long And Dreary Winter! Oh The Cold And Cruel Winter!