Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Today is the blocks with which we build.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.