I Hold That A Man Should Strive

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.

Measure Your Mind's Height By The Shade It Casts.

Fair Or Foul The Lot Apportioned Life On Earth, We Bear Alike.

We Find Great Things Are Made Of Little Things, And Little Things Go Lessening Till At Last Comes God Behind Them.