Ah Love, Let Us Be True To

Truth Sits Upon The Lips Of Dying Men.

Oxus, Forgetting The Bright Speed He Had In His High Mountain Cradle In Pamere, A Foiled Circuitous Wanderertill At Last The Longed-for Dash Of Waves Is Heard, And Wide His Luminous Home Of Waters Opens, Bright And Tranquil, From Whose Floor The New-bathed Stars Emerge, And Shine Upon The Aral Sea.

To Thee Only God Granted A Heart Ever New: To All Always Open; To All Always True.

It Is Almost Impossible To Exaggerate The Proneness Of The Human Mind To Take Miracles As Evidence, And To Seek For Miracles As Evidence.

All The Biblical Miracles Will At Last Disappear With The Progress Of Science.