Young Blood Must Have Its Course, Lad,

Look At The Bow In The Cloud, In The Very Rain Itself. That Is A Sign That The Sun, Though You Cannot See It, Is Shining Still -- That Up Above Beyond The Cloud Is Still Sunlight And Warmth And Cloudless Blue Sky.

There Are Two Freedoms - The False, Where A Man Is Free To Do What He Likes; The True, Where He Is Free To Do What He Ought.

Never Trample On Any Soul Though It May Be Lying In The Veriest Mire; For That Last Spark Of Self-respect Is Its Only Hope, Its Only Chance; The Last Seed Of A New And Better Life: The Voice Of God That Whispers To It: "you Are Not What You Ought To Be, And You Are Not What You Can Be. You Are Still God's Child, Still An Immortal Soul. You May Rise Yet. And Fight A Good Fight Yet, And Be A Man Once More, After The Likeness Of God Who Made You, And Christ Who Died For You!

[at The End Of The Story, Its Main Character, Tom] Is Now A Great Man Of Science, And Can Plan Railroads, And Steam-engines, And Electric Telegraphs, And Rifled Guns, And So Forth; And Knows Everything About Everything, Except Why A Hen's Egg Don't Turn Into A Crocodile, And Two Or Three Other Little Things That No One Will Know Till The Coming Of The Cocqcigrues.

My Friends, Let Us Try To Follow The Saviour's Steps; Let Us Remember All Day Long What It Is To Be Men; That It Is To Have Every One Whom We Meet For Our Brother In The Sight Of God; That It Is This, Never To Meet Anyone, However Bad He May Be, For Whom We Cannot Say: "christ Died For That Man, And Christ Cares For Him Still. He Is Precious In God's Eyes, And He Shall Be Precious In Mine Also".