Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
 all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me As He died to make men holy let us die to make men free While God is marching on.

Mine eyes have seen the coming of the glory of the Lord.

All the sugar was in the bottom of the cup.

The strokes of the pen need deliberation as much as the sword needs swiftness.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored: He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.