Soldiers In Arms! Defenders Of Our Soil!

Life Is Not Measured By The Time We Live.

Who Often Reads, Will Sometimes Wish To Write.

Impertinence Will Intermeddle In Things In Which It Has No Concern, Showing A Want Of Breeding, Or, More Commonly, A Spirit Of Sheer Impudence.

Blest Be The Gracious Power, Who Taught Mankind To Stamp A Lasting Image Of The Mind! Beasts May Convey, And Tuneful Birds May Sing, Their Mutual Feelings, In The Opening Spring; But Man Alone Has Skill And Power To Send The Heart's Warm Dictates To The Distant Friend; 'tis His Alone To Please, Instruct, Advise Ages Remote, And Nations Yet To Rise.

See Time Has Touched Me Gently In His Race, And Left No Odious Furrows In My Face.