Still The Race Of Hero Spirits Pass

Whatever May Be The Mysteries Of Life And Death, There Is One Mystery Which The Cross Of Christ Reveals To Us, And That Is The Infinite And Absolute Goodness Of God. Let All The Rest Remain A Mystery So Long As The Mystery Of The Cross Of Christ Gives Us Faith For All The Rest.

Gradually The Sunken Land Begins To Rise Again, And Falls Perhaps Again, And Rises Again After That, More And More Gently Each Time, Till As It Were The Panting Earth, Worn Out With The Fierce Passions Of Her Fiery Youth, Has Sobbed Herself To Sleep Once More, And This New World Of Man Is Made.

Every Winter, When The Great Sun Has Turned His Face Away, The Earth Goes Down Into A Vale Of Grief, And Fasts, And Weeps, And Shrouds Herself In Sables, Leaving Her Wedding-garlands To Decay- Then Leaps In Spring To His Returning Kisses.

Life Is Too Short For Mean Anxieties.

There Will Be No True Freedom Without Virtue, No True Science Without Religion, No True Industry Without The Fear Of God And Love To Your Fellow Citizens.