Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face, And Want Call Quench The Eye's Bright Grace.

November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's Leaf Is Red And Sear.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.

The Most Learned, Acute, And Diligent Student Cannot, In The Longest Life, Obtain An Entire Knowledge Of This One Volume.

He That Climbs The Tall Tree Has Won Right To The Fruit, He That Leaps The Wide Gulf Should Prevail In His Suit.