| I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
| An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
| To bear is to conquer our fate.
| The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
| What millions died that Caesar might be great!
| And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
| Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
| Tomorrow let us do or die!
| Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.
| The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.