The Soul Never Grows Old.

Oh The Long And Dreary Winter! Oh The Cold And Cruel Winter!

The True Poet Is A Friendly Man. He Takes To His Arms Even Cold And Inanimate Things, And Rejoices In His Heart.

Is This Is A Dream? O, If It Be A Dream, Let Me Sleep On, And Do Not Wake Me Yet!

The Bravest Are The Tenderest.

Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail On, O Union, Strong And Great.