As Turning The Logs Will Make A

Ah, To Build, To Build! That Is The Noblest Of All The Arts.

Glorious Indeed Is The World Of God Around Us, But More Glorious The World Of God Within Us.

Make Not Thyself The Judge Of Any Man.

With Many Readers, Brilliancy Of Style Passes For Affluence Of Thought; They Mistake Buttercups In The Grass For Immeasurable Gold Mines Under Ground.

Thus, Seamed With Many Scars Bursting These Prison Bars, Up To Its Native Stars My Soul Ascended! There From The Flowing Bowl Deep Drinks The Warrior's Soul, Skoal! To The Northland! Skoal! Thus The Tale Ended.