In The Hands Of Vicious Men, A

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

Events Will Take Their Course, It Is No Good Of Being Angry At Them; He Is Happiest Who Wisely Turns Them To The Best Account.

Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing Light As Air, Made Happy Music Through The Gloom.

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.

When A Wise Man Chooses A Sane Basis For His Arguments, It Is No Great Task To Speak Well.