I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.

There's no glory like those who save their country.

And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.