It was a glorious thing, to be given hope, when all had seemed lost.

For in our hope we are saved.

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven.

Blessed are the young, for they shall inherit the national debt.

Young lovers see a vision of the world redeemed by love. That is the truest thing they ever see, for without it life is death.

Freedom's sweet birthright they receive again,
Under the mystic sway of holy might.

The greatest states have been overthrown by the young and sustained and restored by the old. ... Rashness is the product of the budding-time of youth, prudence of the harvest-time of age.

youth is a marvelous garment

That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.

Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is holy.

I have seen a land shining with goodness, where each man protects his brother's dignity as readily as his own, where war and want have ceased and all races live under the same law of love and honour.

I have seen a land bright with truth, where a man's word is his pledge and falsehood is banished, where children sleep safe in their mother's arms and never know fear or pain.

I have seen a land where kings extend their hands in justice rather than reach for the sword; where mercy, kindness, and compassion flow like deep water over the land, and men revere virtue, revere truth, revere beauty, above comfort, pleasure or selfish gain. A land where peace reigns in the hill, and love like a fire from every hearth; where the True God is worshipped and his ways acclaimed by all.

But before you turn the final page, I hope you really take a moment to commit to live in a beautiful state, no matter what happens. A beautiful state isn’t perfect. It’s better than perfect. It’s messy, playful, full of fun. It’s being generous with yourself and others, and not taking yourself too seriously. It’s working to keep getting better to foster a life filled with joy and happiness and meaning. It’s finding something or someone you want to serve more than yourself. Because that’s the true meaning of grace — a life well lived — a life of service and a life filled with love.

justify to the world the people of England, whose love of their just and natural rights, with their resolution to preserve them, saved the nation when it was on the very brink of slavery and ruin.

It is no small thing, when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.