Be Noble In Every Thought And In

I Saw The Long Line Of The Vacant Shore, The Sea-weed And The Shells Upon The Sand, And The Brown Rocks Left Bare On Every Hand, As If The Ebbing Tide Would Flow No More.

The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much Upon Their Happiness In The Presence Of The Unhappy.

Thus Departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha The Beloved, In The Glory Of The Sunset, In The Purple Mists Of Evening, To The Regions Of The Home-wind, Of The Northwest-wind, Keewaydin, To The Islands Of The Blessed, To The Kingdom Of Ponemah, To The Land Of The Hereafter!

The Country Is Lyric, The Town Dramatic. When Mingled, They Make The Most Perfect Musical Drama.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will.