Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Places In

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky And Flinging The Cloud And The Towers By, Is A Place Of Central Calm: So Here In The Roar Of Mortal Things, I Have A Place Where My Spirit Sings, In The Hollow Of God's Palm.

In Vain We Build The City If We Do Not First Build The Man.

Ah, Great It Is To Believe The Dream As We Stand In Youth By The Starry Stream; But A Greater Thing Is To Fight Life Through, And At The End, 'the Dream Is True!'

To Throw Oneself To The Side Of The Oppressed Is The Only Dignified Thing To Do In Life.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.