What The Inner Voice Says Will Not

Have Faith. Where'er Thy Bark Is Driven, - The Calm's Disport, The Tempest's Mirth, - Know This: God Rules The Hosts Of Heaven, The Habitants Of Earth.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

On The Mountains There Is Freedom! The World Is Perfect Everywhere, Save Where Man Comes With His Torment.

Man Only Plays When In The Full Meaning Of The Word He Is A Man, And He Is Only Completely A Man When He Plays.