O White-robed Angel, Guide My Timorous Hand

All Wholesome Food Is Caught Without A Net Or Trap.

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be No Heaven Without Gratitude.

You Cannot Have Liberty In This World Without What You Call Moral Virtue, And You Cannot Have Moral Virtue Without The Slavery Of That Half Of The Human Race Who Hate What You Call Moral Virtue.

More! More! Is The Cry Of A Mistaken Soul.

Such, Such Were The Joys When We All, Girls And Boys, In Our Youth Time Were Seen On The Echoing Green.