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

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.

Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.