Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.

He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men!

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.

Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.