The Soul Of Conversation Is Sympathy

To Live In The Hearts Of Others Is Not To Die

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

Who Hail Thee, Man! The Pilgrim Of The Day, Spouse Of The Worm, And Brother Of The Clay.

Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost Your Sires Their Blood.

On The Green Banks Of Shannon, When Sheelah Was Nigh, No Blithe Irish Lad Was So Happy As I, No Harp Like My Own Could So Cheerily Play, And Wherever I Went Was My Poor Dog Tray.