Welcome as the flowers in May.

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.

To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.

To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.