I Am Only One, But I Am

Behind All These Men You Have To Do With, Behind Officers, And Government, And People Even, There Is The Country Herself, Your Country, And . . . You Belong To Her As You Belong To Your Own Mother. Stand By Her, Boy, As You Would Stand By Your Mother.

The Church Itself Has Got To Go Outside Of Its Own Borders And Carry The Gospel To Ev'ry Creature, Or It Is No Church Of Christ; And Any Mutual Improvement Club Which Thinks That By Reading Its Shakspearo, Or By Acting Its Pretty Tableaux, Or By Having. This Or That Little Reading From Spenser And From Chaucer, It Is Going To Lift Itself Up Into Any Higher Order Of Culture Or Life, Is Wholly Mistaken, Unless As An Essential Part Of Its Duty, It Goes Out Into The World, Finds Those That Are Falling Down, And Lifts Them Up To The Majesty Of Freemen, Who Are Sons Of God.

No Gilded Dome Swells From The Lowly Roof To Catch The Morning Or Evening Beam; But The Love And Gratitude Of United America Settle Upon It In One Eternal Sunshine. From Beneath That Humble Roof Went Forth The Intrepid And Unselfish Warrior, The Magistrate Who Knew No Glory But His Country's Good; To That He Returned, Happiest When His Work Was Done. There He Lived In Noble Simplicity, There He Died In Glory And Peace.

I Am Only One, But I Am One. I Cannot Do Everything, But I Can Do Something. And I Will Not Let What I Cannot Do Interfere With What I Can Do. And By The Grace Of God, I Will.

To Look Forward And Not Back, To Look Out And Not In, And To Lend A Hand.