God Sifted A Whole Nation That He

Art Is Long, And Time Is Fleeting.

It Is Curious To Note The Old Sea-margins Of Human Thought! Each Subsiding Century Reveals Some New Mystery; We Build Where Monsters Used To Hide Themselves.

Ah, How Good It Feels! The Hand Of An Old Friend.

Through Woods And Mountain Passes The Winds, Like Anthems, Roll.

Gone Are The Birds That Were Our Summer Guests.