A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.