By myself walking, To myself talking.

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.

How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!

For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.

Judge not man by his outward manifestation of faith; for some there are who tremblingly reach out shaking hands to the guidance of faith; others who stoutly venture in the dark their human confidence, their leader, which they mistake for faith; some whose hope totters upon crutches; others who stalk into futurity upon stilts. The difference is chiefly constitutional with them.

Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?