O Suffering, Sad Humanity! O Ye Afflicted

By The Shore Of Gitche Gumee, By The Shining Big-sea-water, At The Doorway Of His Wigwam, In The Pleasant Summer Morning, Hiawatha Stood And Waited.

Your Education Begins Where What Is Called Your Education Is Over. Your Fate Is But The Common Lot Of All.

The Devil Hinders Me. You Know I Say Just What I Think, And Nothing More Nor Less, And, When I Pray, My Heart Is In My Prayer. I Cannot Say One Thing And Mean Another. If I Can't Pray, I Will Not Make Believe!

Men Of Genius Are Often Dull And Inert In Society; As The Blazing Meteor, When It Descends To Earth, Is Only A Stone.

Safe From Temptation, Safe From Sin's Pollution, She Lives Whom We Call Dead.