The brave deserve the lovely—every woman may be won

Hans Breitmann gife a barty— Where ish dat barty now?

If all the world must see the world As the world the world hath seen, Then it were better for the world That the world had never been.

They saw a Dream of Loveliness descending from the train.

The human race are sons of sorrow born; And each must have his portion. Vulgar minds Refuse or cranch beneath their load: the brave Bear theirs without repining.

Courage, brother! do not stumble, Though thy path be dark as night; There’s a star to guide the humble, Trust in God and do the Right.

As long as he lived, he was the guiding-star of a whole brave nation, and when he died the little children cried in the street.