My Book And Heart Shall

Sail On Ship Of State, Sail On, I Union, Strong And Great! Humanity With All Its Fears, With All Its Hopes Of Future Years, Is Hanging On Thy Fate!

The World Loves A Spice Of Wickedness.

And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives Something Immortal Still Survives.

O, Though Oft Oppressed And Lonely, All My Fears Are Laid Aside, If I But Remember Only Such As These Have Lived And Died!

Difficulty On The Way To Victory Is Opportunity For God To Work