Time Consecrates; And What Is Gray With

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.

O That It Might Remain Eternally Green, The Beautiful Time Of Youthful Love.

When The Gods Were More Manlike, Men Were More Godlike.

I Feel That I Am A Man Of Destiny.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.