Things Are Where Things Are, And, As

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.

And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.

Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.