Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.

The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.

Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.