Time Is The Life Of The Soul.

Into A World Unknown,-the Corner-stone Of A Nation!

What Child Has A Heart To Sing In This Capricious Clime Of Ours, When Spring Comes Sailing In From The Sea, With Wet And Heavy Cloud-sails And The Misty Pennon Of The East-wind Nailed To The Mast.

Look Upon The Errors Of Others In Sorrow, Not In Anger.

The Market-place, The Eager Love Of Gain, Whose Aim Is Vanity, And Whose End Is Pain!

Ne Speaketh Not; And Yet There Lies A Conversation In His Eyes.