Oh, How Hard It Is To Find

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her Smile.

Ye Mariners Of England! That Guard Our Native Seas; Whose Flag Has Braved A Thousand Years, The Battle And The Breeze!

Who Hail Thee, Man! The Pilgrim Of The Day, Spouse Of The Worm, And Brother Of The Clay.

O Leave This Barren Spot To Me! Spare, Woodman, Spare The Beechen Tree.