Safe In The Hallowed Quiets Of The

Light Is The Symbol Of Truth.

The New World's Sons From England's Breast We Drew Such Milk As Bids Remember Whence We Came, Proud Of Her Past Wherefrom Our Future Grew, This Window We Inscribe With Raleigh's Fame.

Fortune Is The Rod Of The Weak, And The Staff Of The Brave.

Democracy Gives Every Man The Right To Be His Own Oppressor.

It Is Good To Lengthen To The Last A Sunny Mood.