Would You Have Your Songs Endure? Build

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

Better Have Failed In The High Aim, As I, Than Vulgarly In The Low Aim Succeed As, God Be Thanked! I Do Not.

Why Comes Temptation But For Man To Meet And Master And Make Crouch Beneath His Foot, And So Be Pedestaled In Triumph?

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

Silence 'tis Awe Decrees.