I Have Good Reason To Be Content,

In The Long Vista Of The Years To Roll,\ Let Me Not See My Country's Honor Fade;\ Oh! Let Me See Our Land Retain Its Soul!\ Her Pride In Freedom, And Not Freedom's Shade.

Adieu! Adieu! Thy Plaintive Anthem Fades Past The Near Meadows, Over The Still Stream, Up The Hill-side; And Now 'tis Buried Deep In The Next Valley-glades: Was It A Vision, Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music:--do I Wake Or Sleep?

Every Fresh Experience Points Out Some Form Of Error Which We Shall Afterwards Carefully Avoid.

There Is Not A Fiercer Hell Than The Failure In A Great Object.

Health Is My Expected Heaven.