Your Silent Tents Of Green We Deck

The Heart, Like The Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept The Most Precious Keepsakes.

O Summer Day Beside The Joyous Sea! O Summer Day So Wonderful And White, So Full Of Gladness And So Full Of Pain! Forever And Forever Shalt Thou Be To Some The Gravestone Of A Dead Delight, To Some The Landmark Of A New Domain.

These Stars Of Earth, These Golden Flowers.

Be Noble In Every Thought And In Every Deed!

Races, Better Than We, Have Leaned On Her Wavering Promise, Having Naught Else But Hope.