Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.

What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine.

None Can Love Freedom Heartily, But Good Men; The Rest Love Not Freedom, But License.

Abashed The Devil Stood And Felt How Awful Goodness Is And Saw Virtue In Her Shape How Lovely: And Pined His Loss

Faithful Found Among The Faithless.