Forward, without fear or doubt, to the valiant deed, my friends! I have already seen the dawn of the holy redemption in the skies!
Courage! We will take each other's hands and boldly will move onward,—and let our union grow and be strong under the banner of science!
We will chastise the priests of sin and falsehood with the word of truth,—and we will awaken the sleeping from their sleep and will lead the host to battle.
We will not build an idol for ourselves, either upon earth, or in heaven; we will not fall before it in the dust for all the gifts and benefits of the world.

I lift my gaze beyond the night, and see,
Above the banners of Man's hate unfurled,
The holy figure that on Calvary
Stretched arms out wide enough for all the world.

" These two had been friends in Youth
" But slanderous Tongues will poison truth"
Now oceans roll between them twain
That never can heal up again.

Scarce cooled from midday heat
Sparkles the summer night;
O'er sinful earth a threatening cloud
Trembles with lightnings bright.
Heaven's sleepy eyelids ope,
And through its distant gleam,
The threatening orbs of One above
O'er earth to kindle seem.

Our lion once did roar, and look so grim,
That his own shadow durst not follow him;
But now, he's so dejected and dismay'd,
He cannot face the shadow of his shade.

My heart my dear Mary from thee cannot part
But the sweetest of pleasure that joy can impart
Is nought to the memory of thee.

So let us all be jolly
& laugh off melancholly
For grieving is a folly
Within the life of man
Then push about the joram
Leave the glass of joy before 'em
& mirth make up the quoram
We'll be happy if we can.

Spring, O spring! How pure the air, how clear the vault of heaven! With its bright azure it blinds my eyes.
Spring, O spring! How, upon the pinions of the wind, caressing the sunbeams, the clouds flit upon high!
The rivulets babble, the rivulets sparkle; roaring the river carries on its triumphant back the uplifted ice.
The trees are still bare, but in the grove the old leaves, as before, rustle under foot and emit fragrance.
Rising to the very sun and invisible in the clear height, the lark sings the song of welcome to the spring.

When in the Adriatic Neptune saw
Fair Venice stand, and give all ocean law;
Now Jove (he cried) the tow'rs of Mars compare,
And Rome's eternal bulwarks, if you dare:
If-Tiber beats the main declare the odds,
Whose the mean craft of man, and which the plan of Gods.

By birth a servant, and in body maim'd;
By want a beggar; — worth, to beg asham'd:
Hardships like these to certain bliss commend;
For hence I boast immortal GOD my friend.