Let Us Be Merciful As Well As

In Youth All Doors Open Outward; In Old Age All Open Inward.

Ah, To Build, To Build! That Is The Noblest Of All The Arts.

Time, Like A Preacher In The Days Of The Puritans, Turned The Hour-glass On His High Pulpit, The Church Belfry.

Ah, How Skillful Grows The Hand That Obeyeth Love's Command! It Is The Heart, And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain, And He Who Followeth Love's Behest Far Excelleth All The Rest!

That Which The Fountain Sends Forth Returns Again To The Fountain.