Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue

Ada! Sole Daughter Of My House And Heart.

Out Of Chaos God Made A World, And Out Of High Passions Comes A People.

The Cold, The Changed, Perchance The Dead, Anew, The Mourn'd, The Loved, The Lost,-too Many, Yet How Few!

Prolonged Endurance Tames The Bold.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.