The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood.
He fed his spirit with the bread of books
That in the human plan nothing is worth the making if it does not make the man.
Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.
Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God’s way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend Fight out life’s battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red, Threw down his broken sword and fled. Another snatched it, won the day, With what his comrade flung away.