I hied me off to Arcady The month it was the month of May, And all along the pleasant way, The morning birds were mad with glee, And all the flowers sprang up to see, As I went on to Arcady.1
If there be no nobility of descent, all the more indispensable is it that there should be nobility of ascent,a character in them that bear rule so fine and high and pure that as men come within the circle of its influence they involuntarily pay homage to that which is the one pre-eminent distinction, the royalty of virtue.
Address at the Washington Centennial Service in St. Pauls Chapel, New York, April 30, 1889.