In Ourselves Are Triumph And

Thou Shalt Learn The Wisdom Early To Discern True Beauty In Utility.

The Heart, Like The Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept The Most Precious Keepsakes.

Alas! It Is Not Till Time, With Reckless Hand, Has Torn Out Half The Leaves From The Book Of Human Life To Light The Fires Of Passion With From Day To Day, That Man Begins To See That The Leaves Which Remain Are Few In Number.

They Are Dead; But They Live In Each Patriot's Breast, And Their Names Are Engraven On Honor's Bright Crest.

All Was Silent As Before - All Silent Save The Dripping Rain.