God Is The Perfect Poet.

Hand Grasps At Hand, Eye Lights Eye In Good Friendship, And Great Hearts Expand And Grow One In The Sense Of This World's Life.

Our Aspirations Are Our Responsibilities.

Never The Time And The Place And The Loved One All Together.

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.