Look At A Gown Of Gold, And

Sordid Selfishness Doth Contract And Narrow Our Benevolence, And Cause Us, Like Serpents, To Infold Ourselves Within Ourselves, And To Turn Out Our Stings To The Entire World Besides.

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

The Summer Dawn's Reflected Hue To Purple Changed Lock Katrine Blue, Mildly And Soft The Western Breeze Just Kiss'd The Lake, Just Stirr'd The Trees, And The Pleased Lake, Like Maiden Coy, Trembled But Dimpled Not For Joy.

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From No Petty Cause.