For There No Yew Nor Cypress Spread

Our Land, The First Garden Of Liberty's Tree-- It Has Been, And Shall Be, The Land Of The Free.

Where The Scriptures Speak, We Speak; Where The Scriptures Are Silent, We Are Silent.

To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.

A Stoic Of The Woods,--a Man Without A Tear.

Who Hath Not Own'd, With Rapture-smitten Frame, The Power Of Grace, The Magic Of A Name.