He Hath No Power That Hath Not

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.

Blest Is He Whose Heart Is The Home Of The Great Dead And Their Great Thoughts.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less From Pains Than Pleasures.