Love Can Sun The Realms Of Night.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's Impulse.

Have Love. Not Love Alone For One, But Man As Man They Brother Call; And Scatter Like The Circling Sun Thy Charities On All.

What The Inner Voice Says Will Not Disappoint The Hoping Soul.

Friends Show Me What I Can Do, Foes Teach Me What I Should Do.