O Thou Child Of Many Prayers! Life

The Men That Women Marry, And Why They Marry Them, Will Always Be A Marvel And A Mystery To The World.

Some Must Follow And Some Command, Through All Are Made Oclay.

How Beautiful Is Youth! How Bright It Gleams With Its Illusions, Aspirations, Dreams! Book Of Beginnings, Story Without End, Each Maid A Heroine, And Each Man A Friend!

Were A Star Quenched On High,for Ages Would Its Light,still Travelling Downward From The Sky,shine On Our Mortal Sight. So When A Great Man Dies,for Years Beyond Our Ken,the Light He Leaves Behind Him Liesupon The Paths Of Men.

Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave