What I Aspired To Be And Was

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

Truth Is Truth Howe'er It Strike.

All Service Is The Same With God.

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.