For a better sphere in life,

To enjoy for the passing moment

The sound of the drum and fife.

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We hope our notes may be peaceful

And free from carnage of war;

We would bind up the broken hearted

And cover the wound and scar,

But should foe our country menace

And refuse to be just and calm,

We would sound aloud the tocsin

And march to defend Uncle Sam.

To plant an intellectual seed

And guard its growth from noxious weed,

That it may fruitage bear,

Is solace more, a thousand fold,

Than hoarding bonds and stocks and gold,

Or sporting jewels rare.

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GOOD HABITS.

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