Man Seeks His Own Good At The

Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

Tis Man's To Explore Up And Down, Inch By Inch, With The Taper His Reason.