Look Around For A Place To Sow

Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

I Heard Through The Nightthe Rush And The Clamour;the Pulse Of The Fightlike Blows Of Thor's Hammer;the Pattering Flightof The Leaves, And The Anguishedmoan Of The Forest Vanquished.

Use What Talents You Possess; The Woods Would Be Very Silent If No Birds Sang There Except Those That Sang Best.

Count Not The Cost Of Honour To The Dead!the Tribute That A Mighty Nation Paysto Those Who Loved Her Well In Former Daysmeans More Than Gratitude For Glories Fled;for Every Noble Man That She Hath Bred,lives In The Bronze And Marble That We Raise,immortalised By Art's Immortal Praise,to Lead Our Sons As He Our Fathers Led.

We May Be Able To Tell How Many Stars Are In The Milky Way; We May Be Able To Count The Petals Of Every Flower, And Number The Bones Of Every Bird; But Unless Faith Leads Us To A Deeper Understanding, A More Reverent Comprehension Of The Significance Of The Universe, God Can Be No More Pleased With Our Knowledge Than The Painter Is Pleased With The Fly Which Touches His Picture With Its Feelers, And Sips The Varnish From The Surface, And Dies Without Dreaming Of The Meaning, Thought, Feeling, Embodied In The Colors.