Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.

To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished! To endure, and go calmly on! The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

I can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.

Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.

I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.