Tis Always Morning Somewhere.

Out Of The Shadows Of Night The World Rolls Into Light.

It Is Curious To Note The Old Sea-margins Of Human Thought! Each Subsiding Century Reveals Some New Mystery; We Build Where Monsters Used To Hide Themselves.

Taste The Joy That Springs From Labor.

All Are Architects Of Fate, Working In These Walls Of Time; Some With Massive Deeds And Great, Some With Ornaments Of Rhyme.

With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever, Is Sisyphus Rolling His Stone Up The Mountain!