What We Do Belongs To What We

Courage Is The Standing Army Of The Soul Which Keeps It From Conquest, Pillage, And Slavery.

The Brave Man Is Intelligent; He Faces Danger Because He Understands It And Is Prepared To Meet It. The Drunkard Who Runs, In The Delirium Of Intoxication, Into A Burning House Is Not Brave; He Is Only Stupid. But The Clear-eyed Hero Who Makes His Way, With Every Sense Alert And Every Nerve Strung, Into The Hell Of Flames To Rescue Some Little Child, Proves His Courage.

Thou Warden Of The Western Gate, Above Manhattan Bay, The Fogs Of Doubt That Hid Thy Face Are Driven Clean Away: Thine Eyes At Last Look Far And Clear, Thou Liftest High Thy Hand To Spread The Light Of Liberty World-wide For Every Land.

This Is The Gospel Of Labour, Ring It, Ye Bells Of The Kirk! The Lord Of Love Came Down From Above, To Live With The Men Who Work. This Is The Rose That He Planted, Here In The Thorn-curst Soil: Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

Fidelity Is Simply Daring To Be True In Small Things As Well As Great.