Youth comes but once in a lifetime.

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.

Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.

Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.

Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.