We Find Great Things Are Made Of

In Heaven I Yearn For Knowledge, Account All Else Inanity; On Earth I Confess An Itch For The Praise Of Fools - That's Vanity

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

In God's Good Time, Which Does Not Always Fall On Saturday When The World Looks For Wages.

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.

Outside Are The Storms And Strangers: We — Oh, Close, Safe, Warm Sleep I And She, — I And She!