Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose

Truth Ever Lovely - Since The World Began, The Foe Of Tyrants, And The Friend Of Man.

The Combat Deepens. On, Ye Brave, Who Rush To Glory Or The Grave! Wave, Munich! All Thy Banners Wave, And Charge With All Thy Chivalry!

For There No Yew Nor Cypress Spread Their Glom But Roses Blossom'd Each Rustic Tomb.

Never Wedding, Ever Wooing, Still A Lovelorn Heart Pursuing, Read You Not The Wrong You're Doing In My Cheek's Pale Hue? All My Life With Sorrow Strewing; Wed Or Cease To Woo.

Our Purpose Is To Grow Up And Become Love