And Kind The Voice And Glad The

Flowers Spring Up Unsown And Die Ungathered.

These Struggling Tides Of Life That Seem In Wayward, Aimless Course To Tend, Are Eddies Of The Mighty Stream That Rolls To Its Appointed End.

Still Sweet With Blossoms Is The Year's Fresh Prime.

Adversity Is The Nurse Of Greatness Which Roughly Rocks Her Patients Back To Health.

Your Peaks Are Beautiful, Ye Apennines! In The Soft Light Of These Serenest Skies; From The Broad Highland Region, Black With Pines, Fair As The Hills Of Paradise They Rise, Bathed In The Tint Peruvian Slaves Behold In Rosy Flushes On The Virgin Gold.