Lord Of The Far Horizons, Give Us

There Is Something In The Autumn That Is Native To My Blood- Touch Of Manner, Hint Of Mood; And My Heart Is Like A Rhyme, With The Yellow And The Purple And The Crimson Keeping Time.

The First Need Of Being Is Endurance; To Endure With Gladness If We Can, With Fortitude In Any Event.

Over The Shoulders And Slopes Of The Dune I Saw The White Daisies Go Down To The Sea, A Host In The Sunshine, An Army In June, The People God Sends Us To Set Our Heart Free.

I Heard The Spring Light Whisper Above The Dancing Stream, The World Is Made Forever In Likeness Of A Dream.

There Is A Passion For Perfection Which You Will Rarely See Fully Developed; But You May Note This Fact, That In Successful Lives It Is Never Wholly Lacking.