By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattl'd farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world

"When a whole nation is roaring patriotism at the top of its voice, I am fain to explore the cleanness of its hands and purity of its heart." - Copy to Clipboard -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

What need the bridge much broader than the flood?

If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument

What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other