Truth Lives On In The Midst Of

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.

Even In A Righteous Cause Force Is A Fearful Thing.

Secrecy Is For The Happy,--misery, Hopeless Misery, Needs No Veil; Under A Thousand Suns It Dares Act Openly.