Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,

A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warbl'st at eve, when all the woods are still.

I'd like to thank the Jaycees for electing me as one of their outstanding young men. When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer. I read comic bo…

Lift every voice and sing Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty. Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies; Let it resound lo…

Tell her I'll sing if she christens a ship first...