What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope

Nor Deem The Irrevocable Past As Wholly Wasted, Wholly Vain, If, Rising On Its Wrecks, At Last To Something Nobler We Attain.

Ah, The Souls Of Those That Die Are But Sunbeams Lifted Higher.

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts

My Designs And Labors And Aspirations Are My Only Friends.