Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried were all warlike weapons, A

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in

Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love’s command! It i

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less di

There is nothing in this world so sweet as love, and next to love

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dus

Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; T

Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sun

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of stu