One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered

On Linden, When The Sun Was Low, All Bloodless Lay The Untrodden Snow, And Dark As Winter Was The Flow Of Iser, Rolling Rapidly.

The Patriot's Blood Is The Seed Of Freedom's Tree.

For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her Smile.

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.

Oh, How Hard It Is To Find The One Just Suited To Our Mind!