Rest if you must, but never quit.

God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.

Despair is infidelity and death.

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!

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

He is wisest, who only gives, True to himself, the best he can: Who drifting on the winds of praise, The inward monitor obeys. And with the boldness that confuses fear Takes in the crowded sail, and lets his conscience steer.