Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

.... Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head. And shouts ascend on high .....'' Long live Scanderbeg.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.