I Am She, O Most Bucolical Juvenal,

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.

Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White Steed; Oft Has He Helped Me At Pinch Of Need.

Hail To The Chief Who In Triumph Advances!

We Shall Never Learn To Feel And Respect Our Real Calling And Destiny, Unless We Have Taught Ourselves To Consider Every Thing As Moonshine, Compared With The Education Of The Heart.

Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.