| O chime of sweet Saint Charity, Peal soon that Easter morn, When Christ for all shall risen be, And in all hearts new-born, That Pentecost when utterance clear, To all men shall be given, When all shall say My Brother here, And hear My Son in heaven. |
| Who speaks the truth stabs Falsehood to the heart. |
| The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions. |
| Not failure, but low aim, is crime. |
| Fate loves the fearless. |
| We kind o'thought Christ went agin war an' pillage. |
| Let us be of good cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which will never happen. |