Spring in the world! And all things are made new!
For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
Who would not rather flounder in the fight than not have known the glory of the fray?
There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will.
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.
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.