That Best Academy, A Mother's

The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down, And Still Fluttered Down The Snow.

So We're All Right, An' I, For One, Don't Think Our Cause'll Lose In Vally By Rammin' Scriptur' In Our Gun, An' Gittin' Natur' For An Ally.

The Victory's In Believing.

Did Man E'er Live Saw Priest Or Woman Yet Forgive?

He Mastered Whatever Was Not Worth The Knowing.