Freely They Stood Who Stood,

The Spirit Of Man, Which God Inspired, Cannot Together Perish With This Corporeal Clod.

Of Calling Shapes, And Beck'ning Shadows Dire, And Airy Tongues That Syllable Men's Names.

Luck Is The Residue Of Design.

Darkness Now Rose, As Daylight Sunk, And Brought In Low'ring Night Her Shadowy Offspring.

Be Strong, Live Happy And Love, But First Of All Him Whom To Love Is To Obey, And Keep His Great Command!