Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

To All, To Each, A Fair Good-night, And Pleasing Dreams, And Slumbers Light.

When A Man Has Not A Good Reason For Doing A Thing, He Has One Good Reason For Letting It Alone.

Do Not Christians And Heathens, And Jews And Gentiles, And Poets And Philosophers, Unite In Allowing The Starry Influences?