The Poem Is A Confession Of Faith.

We Are Impressed And Even Daunted By The Immense Universe To Be Explored. "what We Know Is A Point To What We Do Not Know."

Wherever The Truth Is Injured, Defend It.

A Sleeping Child Gives Me The Impression Of A Traveler In A Very Far Country.

Ah, If The Rich Were Rich As The Poor Fancy Riches.

The Nonchalance Of Boys Who Are Sure Of A Dinner, And Would Disdain As Much As A Lord To Do Or Say Aught To Conciliate One, Is The Healthy Attitude Of Human Nature.