Is true Freedom but to break
Fetters for our own dear sake,
And, with leathern hearts, forget
That we owe mankind a debt?
No! true freedom is to share
All the chains our brothers wear,
And, with heart and hand, to be
Earnest to make others free!

They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;

They are slaves who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,

Rather than in silence shrink

From the truth they needs must think;

They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.

WASHINGTON

HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH

ARISE! 'tis the day of our Washington's glory,
The garlands uplift for our liberties won,

And sing in your gladness his echoing story,
Whose sword swept for Freedom the fields of the sun.
Not with gold, nor with gems,

But with evergreens vernal,

And the banners of stars that the continent span,
Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal,
Who lifted his sword for the birthright of man!

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NOX

JIONS

He gave us a nation; to make it immortal

He laid down for Freedom the sword that he drew, And his faith leads us on through the uplifting portal

Of the glories of peace and our destinies new.
Not with gold, nor with gems,

But with evergreens vernal,

And the flags that the nations of liberty span,
Crown, crown him the chief of the heroes eternal,
Who laid down his sword for the birthright of man!

Lead, Face of the Future, serene in thy beauty,

Till o'er the dead heroes the Peace-star shall gleam, Till Right shall be Might in the counsels of duty, And the service of man be life's glory supreme. Not with gold, nor with gems,

But with evergreens vernal,

And the flags that the nations in brotherhood span,
Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal,
Whose honor was gained by his service to man!

O Spirit of Liberty, sweet are thy numbers!

The winds to thy banners their tribute shall bring While rolls the Potomac where Washington slumbers, And his natal day comes with the angels of spring. We follow thy counsels,

O hero eternal!

To highest achievements the school leads the van, And, crowning thy brow with the evergreens vernal, We pledge thee our all to the service of man!

ABOU BEN ADHEM

LEIGH HUNT

ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,

"What writest thou?"- The vision rais'd its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord,

Answer'd, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."

The angel wrote and vanish'd. The next night

It came again with a great wakening light,

And show'd the names whom love of God had bless'd, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

THE HERO

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER

"OH for a knight like Bayard,
Without reproach or fear;

My light glove on his casque of steel,
My love-knot on his spear!