'tis Liberty Alone That Gives The Flower

Just Knows, And Knows No More, Her Bible True,- A Truth The Brilliant Frenchman Never Knew.

That Good Diffused May More Abundant Grow.

But Slaves That Once Conceive The Glowing Thought Of Freedom, In That Hope Itself Possess All That The Contest Calls For; Spirit, Strength, The Scorn Of Danger, And United Hearts, The Surest Presage Of The Good They Seek.

Man On The Dubious Waves Of Error Toss'd.

He That Attends To His Interior Self, That Has A Heart, And Keeps It; Has A Mind That Hungers, And Supplies It; And Who Seeks A Social, Not A Dissipated Life, Has Business.