Make No More Giants, God!but Elevate The

Men Are Not Angels, Neither Are They Brutes.

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.

Once More On My Adventure Brave And New.

How Sad And Bad And Mad It Was - But Then, How It Was Sweet

What? Was Man Made A Wheel-work To Wind Up, And Be Discharged, And Straight Wound Up Anew? No! Grown, His Growth Lasts; Taught, He Ne'er Forgets: May Learn A Thousand Things, Not Twice The Same.