Who shall guess what I may be? Who can tell my fortune to me? For, bravest and brightest that ever was sung May be-and shall be-the lot of the young!

For life, good youth, hath never an ill Which hope cannot scatter, and faith cannot kill; And stubborn realities never shall bind The free-spreading wings of a…

How gladly would I wander through some strange and savage land, The lasso at my saddle-bow, the rifle in my hand, A leash of gallant mastiffs bounding by my si…

Never give up! it is wiser and better Always to hope, than once to despair.