For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.

EXPRESSIONS Look without! Behold the beauty of the day, The shout of color to glad color, rocks and trees, and sun and seas, and wind and sky: All these are God's expression, art work of His hand, which men must love ere they can understand.

Spring in the world! And all things are made new!

And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.

Who would not rather flounder in the fight than not have known the glory of the fray?

Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, lilies and laurels over them we lay, and violets o'er each unforgotten head.

I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.