Much Must He Toil Who Serves The

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.

O Lovely River Of Yvette! O Darling River! Like A Bride, Some Dimpled, Bashful, Fair Lisette Thou Goest To Wed The Orge's Tide. O Lovely River Yvette! O Darling Stream! On Balanced Wings The Wood-birds Sang The Chansonnette That Here A Wandering Poet Sings.

I Will Be A Man Among Men; And No Longer A Dreamer Among Shadows.

No Man Is So Poor As To Have Nothing Worth Giving.

Rule By Patience, Laughing Water!