I Believe I Can Even Yet Remember

Of These Years Nought Remains In Memory But The Sad Feeling That We Have Advanced And Only Grown Older.

What Is Emitted From The Divine, Though It Be Only Like The Reflection From The Fire, Still Has The Divine Reality In Itself, And One Might Almost Ask What Were The Fire Without Glow, The Sun Without Light, Or The Creator Without The Creature?

The Vedic Literature Opens To Us A Chapter In What Has Been Called The Education Of The Human Race To Which We Can Find No Parallel Anywhere Else.

The Wise Who Control Their Body, Who Control Their Tongue, The Wise Who Control Their Mind, Are Indeed Well Controlled.

How Mankind Defers From Day To Day The Best It Can Do, And The Most Beautiful Things It Can Enjoy, Without Thinking That Every Day May Be The Last One, And That Lost Time Is Lost Eternity!