The Soul Of Conversation Is Sympathy

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

What Though My Winged Hours Of Bliss Have Been, Like Angel Visits, Few And Far Between.

Our Purpose Is To Grow Up And Become Love

Britannia Needs No Bulwarks, No Towers Along The Steep; Her March Is O'er The Mountain Waves, Her Home Is On The Deep.

To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.