Oh, for boyhood's painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor's rules,
Knowledge never learned of schools."

The smile of God is victory.

"Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant."

One brave deed makes no hero.

"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country's flag,' she said.
A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came."