Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature

All Thoughts That Mold The Age Begin Deep Down Within The Primitive Soul.

Hush! Still As Death, The Tempest Holds His Breath As From A Sudden Will; The Rain Stops Short, But From The Eaves You See It Drop, And Hear It From The Leaves, All Is So Bodingly Still.

The Greater Your Real Strength And Power, The Quieter It Will Be Exercised.

Joy Comes, Grief Goes, We Know Not How.

Such Power There Is In Clear-eyed Self-restraint.