Love! The Surviving Gift Of Heaven, The

A Stoic Of The Woods,--a Man Without A Tear.

Tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.

Triumphal Arch, That Fill'st The Sky When Storms Prepare To Part, I Ask Not Proud Philosophy To Teach Me What Thou Art.

Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost Your Sires Their Blood.

Truth Ever Lovely - Since The World Began, The Foe Of Tyrants, And The Friend Of Man.