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George Washington Doane William Augustus Muhlenberg

"What is that, Mother?"

"The eagle, boy!

Proudly careering his course of joy,

Firm, on his own mountain vigour, relying,
Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying,
His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun,
He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on:
Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine,
Onward, and upward, and true to the line."

GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE

Brothers in Christ! our watchword this,
What He, the Elder Brother, said—
The sign whereby men know we're His,
Our mutual love, through Him, our Head.

Brothers in Christ! Then let no fight
For sectic form, or party creed,
Deaden our love, or slack our might,

If in one Lord we're bound indeed.

Brothers in Christ! our Leader He,

Whose Cross shall bow each adverse host,

All praise to Him for victory,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG.