History Casts Its Shadow Far Into The

In This World A Man Must Either Be Anvil Or Hammer.

My Own Thoughts Are My Companions.

History Casts Its Shadow Far Into The Land Of Song.

I Am The Angel Of The Sun Whose Flaming Wheels Began To Run When God's Almighty Breath Said To The Darkness And The Night, Let There Be Light! And There Was Light.

Now To Rivulets From The Mountains Point The Rods Of Fortune-tellers; Youth Perpetual Dwells In Fountains, Not In Flasks, And Casks, And Cellars.