A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.

In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.

All's love, yet all's law.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!