Men Must Work, And Women Must Weep.

A Blessed Thing It Is To Have A Friend; One Human Soul Whom We Can Trust Utterly; Who Knows The Best And Worst Of Us, And Who Loves Us In Spite Of All Our Faults; Who Will Speak The Honest Truth To Us, While The World Flatters Us To Our Face, And Laughs At Us Behind Our Back; Who Will Give Us Counsel And Reproof In A Day Of Prosperity And Self-conceit; But Who, Again, Will Comfort And Encourage Us In Days Of Difficulty And Sorrow, When The World Leaves Us Alone To Fight Our Own Battle As We Can.

O Mary, Go And Call The Cattle Home, And Call The Cattle Home, And Call The Cattle Home, Across The Sands O' Dee!

In Proportion As Man Gets Back The Spirit Of Manliness, Which Is Self-sacrifice, Affection, Loyalty Loan Idea Beyond Himself, A God Above Himself, So Far Will He Rise Above Circumstances, And Wield Them At His Will.

Some Say That The Age Of Chivalry Is Past, That The Spirit Of Romance Is Dead. The Age Of Chivalry Is Never Past, So Long As There Is A Wrong Left Unredressed On Earth.

Study Nature As The Countenance Of God.