See Yonder Little Cloud, That, Borne Aloft

Then Followed That Beautiful Season... Summer.... Filled Was The Air With A Dreamy And Magical Light; And The Landscape Lay As If New Created In All The Freshness Of Childhood.

How In The Turmoil Of Life Can Love Stand, Where There Is Not One Heart, And One Mouth And One Hand.

For Next To Being A Great Poet Is The Power Of Understanding One.

Noble Souls, Through Dust And Heat, Rise From Disaster And Defeat The Stronger.

Life Is Real! Life Is Earnest! And The Grave Is Not Its Goal; Dust Thou Art, To Dust Returnest, Was Not Spoken Of The Soul.