Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

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

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.

Our purpose is to grow up and become love