Where Glowing Embers Through The Room Teach

A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood Of A Master Spirit.

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.

Now Conscience Wakes Despair That Slumber'd,-wakes The Bitter Memory Of What He Was, What Is, And What Must Be Worse.

Bacchus, That First From Out The Purple Grape Crush'd The Sweet Poison Of Misused Wine.

The Childhood Shows The Man As Morning Shows The Day. Be Famous Then By Wisdom; As Thy Empire Must Extend, So Let Extend Thy Mind O'er All The World.