The Day Is Done; And Slowly From

So Nature Deals With Us, And Takes Away Our Playthings One By One, And By The Hand Leads Us To Rest So Gently, That We Go, Scarce Knowing If We Wish To Go Or Stay, Being Too Full Of Sleep To Understand How Far The Unknown Transcends The What We Know.

Where'er A Noble Deed Is Wrought, Where'er Is Spoken A Noble Thought, Our Hearts In Glad Surprise To Higher Levels Rise.

A Town That Boasts Inhabitants Like Me Can Have No Lack Of Good Society.

Taste The Joy That Springs From Labor.

Nature Is A Revelation Of God; Art A Revelation Of Man.