O Maternal Earth Which Rocks The Fallen

What Is This I Hear Of Sorrow And Weariness, Anger, Discontent And Drooping Hopes? Degenerate Sons And Daughters, Life Is Too Strong For You— It Takes Life To Love Life.

I Have Known The Silence Of The Stars And Of The Sea. And The Silence Of The City When It Pauses, And The Silence Of A Man And A Maid, And The Silence For Which Music Alone Finds The Word.

In Time You Shall See Fate Approach You In The Shape Of Your Own Image In The Mirror.

The Typical American? He Is Sent To School Little Or Much, Where He Imbibes The Rule Of Safety First And Comfort; In His Youth He Joins The Church And Ends The Quest Of Truth.

Genius Is A Bend In The Creek Where Bright Water Has Gathered, And Which Mirrors The Trees, The Sky And The Banks. It Just Does That Because It Is There And The Scenery Is There. Talent Is A Fine Mirror With A Silver Frame, With The Name Of The Owner Engraved On The Back.