He Hath Awakened From The Dream Of

Oh That Simplicity And Innocence Its Own Unvalued Work So Seldom Knows!

History Is A Cyclic Poem Written By Time Upon The Memories Of Man.

Nought May Endure But Mutability.

What! Alive, And So Bold, O Earth?

Until The Mind Can Love, And Admire, And Trust, And Hope, And Endure, Reasoned Principles Of Moral Conduct Are Seeds Cast Upon The Highway Of Life Which The Unconscious Passenger Tramples Into Dust.