To Be Left Alone, And Face To

The Day Is Cold, And Dark, And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind In Never Weary; The Vine Still Clings To The Mouldering Wall, But At Every Gust The Dead Leaves Fall, And The Day Is Dark And Dreary.

Build Today, Then Strong And Sure, With A Firm And Ample Base; And Ascending And Secure. Shall Tomorrow Find Its Place.

It Is The Heart And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain.

Know How Sublime A Thing It Is To Suffer And Be Strong.

We Are All Architects Of Faith, Ever Living In These Walls Of Time.