Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.

Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.

For visions come not to polluted eyes.

Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours.

God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race -- to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfish, and full of kindly sympathies and affections.

Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.

He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.