Set Me A Task In Which I

On The Shining Yards Of Heaven See A Wider Dawn Unfurled. . . . The Eternal Slaves Of Beauty Are The Masters Of The World.

Lord Of The Far Horizons, Give Us The Eyes To See Over The Verge Of The Sundown The Beauty That Is To Be.

Set Me A Task In Which I Can Put Something Of My Very Self, And It Is A Task No Longer; It Is Joy; It Is Art.

Where There Is Writing- There Is A Writer Where There Is Planning- There Is A Planner Where There Is A Building- There Is A Builder Where There Is A Miracle- There Is A God!

I Often Wish... That I Could Rid The World Of The Tyranny Of Facts. What Are Facts But Compromises? A Fact Merely Marks The Point Where We Have Agreed To Let Investigation Cease.