Where There Is A Mother In The

Who Loves A Garden, Still His Eden Keeps, Perennial Pleasures Plants, And Wholesome Harvests Reaps.

Ourselves Are Cosmic And Capacious Beyond Conjecture, And To Experience Some Notion Of The Planetary Perspective Is The Richest Income From Travelling. It Takes All To Inform And Educate All. Sallies Forth From Our Cramped Firesides Into Other Homes, Other Hearts, Are Wonderfully Wholesome And Enlarging. Travel Opens Prospects On All Sides, Widens Our Horizon, Liberates The Mind From Geographical And Conventional Limitations, From Local Prejudices And National, Showing The Globe In Its Differing Climates, Zones, And Latitudes Of Intelligence.

As Education Becomes Inclusive, Introspective, Cosmic, Promoting Whole Populations To Power And Privilege, It Enthrones A Vast, Invisible, Personal Rule Over The Common Mind.

Man Must Have Some Recognized Stake In Society And Affairs To Knit Him Lovingly To His Kind, Or He Is Wont To Revenge Himself For Wrongs Real Or Imagined.

Man Is A Living Lie--a Bitter Jest Upon Himself--a Conscious Grain Of Sand Lost In A Desert Of Unconsciousness.