Nothing Useless Is, Or Low; Each Thing

Sorrow And Silence Are Strong, And Patient Endurance Is Godlike.

For His Heart Was In His Work, And The Heart Giveth Grace Unto Every Art.

The Motives And Purposes Of Authors Are Not Always So Pure And High, As, In The Enthusiasm Of Youth, We Sometimes Imagine. To Many The Trumpet Of Fame Is Nothing But A Tin Horn To Call Them Home, Like Laborers From, The Field, At Dinner-time, And They Think Themselves Lucky To Get The Dinner.

Let Us Then, Be Up And Doing.

The Morning Pouring Everywhere, Its Golden Glory On The Air.