One Is Least Sure Of One's Self,

No God Save Self, That Is The Way To Live.

I Love You, What Star Do You Live On?

How Shall We Praise The Magnificence Of The Dead, The Great Man Humbled, The Haughty Brought To Dust?

Ghostly Above Us In Lamplight The Towers Gleam ... And After A While They Will Fall To Dust And Rain; Or Else We Will Tear Them Down With Impatient Hands; And Hew Rock Out Of The Earth, And Build Them Again.

Life Is The Thing--the Song Of Life-- The Eager Plow, The Thirsty Knife!