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

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

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.

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.