I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead thou me on; I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. --Page 111. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. --Page 112. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. --Page 112. the knotted column of his throat, The massive square of his heroic breast, And arms on which the standing muscle sloped, As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone, Running too vehemently to break it. --Page 150. Ye think the rustic cackle of your bourg The murmur of the world! --Page 156. For man is man and master of his fate. --Page 158. Perseverance gains its meed And Patience wins the race. --Page 316. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? --Page 398. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat; O, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. --Page 399. Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off! "Old Blue-Light's" going to pray. Strangle the foe that dares to scoff! Attention! It's his way. --Page 401. (Volume VI) To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his gods. --Page 8. When by my bed I saw my mother kneel, And with her blessing took her nightly kiss; Whatever Time destroys, he cannot this;-- E'en now that nameless kiss I feel. --Page 122. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea; Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. --Page 122. Sublime words make not a man holy and righteous, but it is a virtuous life that maketh him dear to God. --Page 134. Who hath a stronger battle than he that useth force to overcome himself? This should be our occupation, to overcome ourselves and every day to be stronger and somewhat holier. --Page 136.