My toast would be, may our country always be successful, but
whether successful or otherwise, always right.

My toast would be, may our country always be successful, but
whether successful or otherwise, always right.

The North! the South! the West! the East!
No one the most and none the least,
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The North! the South! the West! the East!
No one the most and none the least,
But each with its own heart and mind,
Each of its own distinctive kind,
Yet each a part and none the whole,
But all together form one soul;
That soul Our Country at its best,
No North, no South, no East, no West,
No yours, no mine, but always Ours,
Merged in one Power our lesser powers,
For no one's favor, great or small,
But all for Each and each for All.

I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of
the Old.

I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of
the Old.

America now stands as the world's foremost power. We should be proud: Not since the age of the Romans have read more

America now stands as the world's foremost power. We should be proud: Not since the age of the Romans have one people achieved such preeminence. But we are not Romans; we do not seek an empire. We are Americans, trustees of a vision and a heritage that commit us to the values of democracy and the universal cause of human rights.

Let us be thankful for the fools; but for them the rest of us could not succeed.

Let us be thankful for the fools; but for them the rest of us could not succeed.

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and the child of the skies!
Thy read more

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and the child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.

Avoid flatterers, for they are thieves in disguise.

Avoid flatterers, for they are thieves in disguise.

The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy read more

The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches toss'd.

Where Young must torture his invention
To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.

Where Young must torture his invention
To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.