James Russell Lowell

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

Oh, Washington! thou hero, patriot sage,
Friend of all climes, and pride of every age!

Oh, Washington! thou hero, patriot sage,
Friend of all climes, and pride of every age!

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by read more

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by the handle.

So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' read more

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.

This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur.

This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur.