The Great Tragedy Of The Average Man

The Rays Of Happiness, Like Those Of Light, Are Colorless When Unbroken.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will.

In The Long, Sleepless Watches Of The Night, A Gentle Face The Face Of One Long Dead Looks At Me From The Wall, Where Round Its Head The Night-lamp Casts A Halo Of Pale Light.

Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.

The Story, From Beginning To End, I Found Again In A Heart Of A Friend.