“The wood is decked in light green leaf.The swallow twitters in delight.The lonely vine sheds joyous tearsOf interwoven dew and light.Spring weaves a gown of green to cladThe mountain height and wide-spread field.O when wilt thou, my native land,In all thy glory stand revealed?”

“yea dost thou fall upon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit!”

“Go where thou wilt, thou canst not go out of thy Father's ground.”

“Look at this world! So vast! So wide! Huge masses of land spread across it; multitudes of green and brown islands dotted the blue expanse of the oceans. He felt like a bird contemplating the sky.”

“My country, 'tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims' pride,From every mountainsideLet freedom ring!My native country, thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills;My heart with rapture thrills,Like that above.Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all the treesSweet freedom's song;Let mortal tongues awake;Let all that breathe partake;Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.Our father's God to Thee,Author of liberty,To Thee we sing.Long may our land be bright,With freedom's holy light,Protect us by Thy might,Great God our King.”

“Live so that thou mayest desire to live again - that is thy duty - for in any case thou wilt live again!”