At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing

Lincoln, The Man Of The People

Defeat May Serve As Well As Victory To Shake The Soul And Let The Glory Out. When The Great Oak Is Straining In The Wind, The Boughs Drink In New Beauty And The Trunk Sends Down A Deeper Root On The Windward Side. Only The Soul That Knows The Mighty Grief Can Know The Mighty Rapture, Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Spaces In The Heart For Joy.

Oft When The White, Still Dawn Lifted The Skies And Pushed The Hills Apart, I Have Felt It Like A Glory In My Heart.

Mr. Rihani Is A Man Of Ardent Poetic Temperament, A Clever Poet, And A Man Of Unworldly Ideals.

That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man.