Deaf Rage That Hears No

Cling To Thy Native Land, For It Is The Land Of Thy Fathers?

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

Pain Is Short, And Joy Is Eternal.