Give Me Those Days With Heart In

I Have, Alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence Too, And To My Cost Theology, With Ardent Labor, Studied Through. And Here I Stand, With All My Lore, Poor Fool, No Wiser Than Before.

All Sects Seem To Me To Be Right In What They Assert, And Wrong In What They Deny.

Whoever Gives Himself Up To Solitude, Ah! He Is Soon Alone.

Who Never Ate His Bread In Sorrow, Who Never Spent The Darksome Hours Weeping, And Watching For The Morrow,- He Knows You Not, Ye Heavenly Powers.

Every Solution Of A Problem Is A New Problem.