There Is No Grief Like The Grief

Not Enjoyment, And Not Sorrow, Is Our Destined End Or Way; But To Act, That Each Tomorrow Find Us Farther Than Today.

Fear Is The Virtue Of Slaves; But The Heart That Loveth Is Willing.

The Twilight Is Sad And Cloudy, The Wind Blows Wild And Free, And Like The Wings Of Sea-birds Flash The White Caps Of The Sea.

Safe From Temptation, Safe From Sin's Pollution, She Lives Whom We Call Dead.

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