Ah! Two Desires Toss About The Poet's

Nor Bring, To See Me Cease To Live, Some Doctor Full Of Phrase And Fame, To Shake His Sapient Head, And Give The Ill He Cannot Cure A Name.

If Paris That Brief Flight Allow, My Humble Tomb Explore! It Bears: Eternity, Be Thou My Refuge! And No More.

It Is Not In The Outward And Visible World Of Material Life That The Celtic Genius Of Wales Or Ireland Can At This Day Hope To Count For Much; It Is In The Inward World Of Thought And Science.what It Has Been, What Is Has Done, What It Will Be Or Will Do, As A Matter Of Modern Politics.

There Is No Better Motto Which It [culture] Can Have Than These Words Of Bishop Wilson, "to Make Reason And The Will Of God Prevail."

Religion--that Voice Of The Deepest Human Experience.