Will Without Power Is Like Children Playing

In The World's Broad Field Of Battle, In The Bivouac Of Life, Be Not Like Dumb, Driven Cattle! Be A Hero In The Strife!

And The Bright Faces Of My Young Companions Are Wrinkled Like My Own, Or Are No More.

Then Stars Arise, And The Night Is Holy.

The Picture That Approaches Sculpture Nearest Is The Best Picture.

We Have Not Wings We Cannot Soar; But, We Have Feet To Scale And Climb, By Slow Degrees, By More And More, The Cloudy Summits Of Our Time.