Be Thy Sleep Silent As Night Is,

Were A Star Quenched On High,for Ages Would Its Light,still Travelling Downward From The Sky,shine On Our Mortal Sight. So When A Great Man Dies,for Years Beyond Our Ken,the Light He Leaves Behind Him Liesupon The Paths Of Men.

You Would Attain To The Divine Perfection.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will.

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

Who Ne'er His Bread In Sorrow Ate, Who Ne'er The Mournful Midnight Hours Weeping Upon His Bed Has Sate, He Knows You Not, Ye Heavenly Powers.