Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!
Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.
Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.