A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel.

For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary!"

Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.

I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace