Old Gold Has A Civilizing Virtue Which

In The Scale Of The Destinies, Brawn Will Never Weigh So Mach As Brain.

A Beggar Through The World Am I, From Place To Place I Wander By. Fill Up My Pilgrim's Scrip For Me, For Christ's Sweet Sake And Charity.

The Surest Plan To Make A Man Is, Think Him So.

Not Suffering, But Faint Heart, Is Worst Of Woes.

They Enslave Their Children's Children Who Make Compromise With Sin.