Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In

That Was The First Sound In The Song Of Love! Scarce More Than Silence Is, And Yet A Sound. Hands Of Invisible Spirits Touch The Strings Of That Mysterious Instrument, The Soul, And Play The Prelude Of Our Fate. We Hear The Voice Prophetic, And Are Not Alone.

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.

Love Is Sunshine, Hate Is Shadow, Life Is Checkered Shade And Sunshine.

Three Silences There Are: The First Of Speech, The Second Of Desire, The Third Of Thought.

Ships That Pass In The Night, And Speak Each Other In Passing, Only A Signal Shown, And A Distant Voice In The Darkness; So On The Ocean Of Life, We Pass And Speak One Another, Only A Look And A Voice, Then Darkness Again And A Silence.