All That We Do Outwardly Is But

Every Human Being Is Intended To Have A Character Of His Own; To Be What No Others Are, And To Do What No Other Can Do.

Poetry Reveals To Us The Loveliness Of Nature, Brings Back The Freshness Of Youthful Feelings, Reviews The Relish Of Simple Pleasures, Keeps Unquenched The Enthusiasm Which Warmed The Springtime Of Our Being, Refines Youthful Love, Strengthens Our Interest In Human Mature, By Vivid Delineations Of Its Tenderest And Softest Feelings, And Through The Brightness Of Its Prophetic Visions, Helps Faith To Lay Hold On The Future Life.

Other Blessings May Be Taken Away, But If We Have Acquired A Good Friend By Goodness, We Have A Blessing Which Improves In Value When Others Fail.

I Am A Living Member Of The Great Family Of All Souls.

Most Joyful Let The Poet Be, It Is Through Him That All Men See.