Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!
Welcome as the flowers in May.
Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.
For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.