The Cistern Contains: The Fountain Overflows.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.

In Every Cry Of Every Man, In Every Infant's Cry Of Fear, In Every Voice, In Every Ban, The Mind-forg'd Manacles I Hear.

The Generations Of Men Run On In The Tide Of Time, But Leave Their Destined Lineaments Permanent For Ever And Ever.

Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.

Innocence Dwells With Wisdom, But Never With Ignorance.