Ah! What Would The World Be To

A Life That Is Worth Writing At All Is Worth Writing Minutely.

Time Rides With The Old At A Great Pace. As Travellers On Swift Steeds See The Near Landscape Fly And Flow Behind Them, While The Remoter Fields And Dim Horizons Go With Them, And Seem Wheeling Round To Meet Them, So In Old Age Things Near Us Slip Away, And Distant Things Go With Us.

Your Education Begins Where What Is Called Your Education Is Over. Your Fate Is But The Common Lot Of All.

And The Wind Plays On Those Great Sonorous Harps, The Shrouds And Masts Of Ships.

As I Gaze Upon The Sea! All The Old Romantic Legends, All My Dreams, Come Back To Me.