Ah, But A Man's Reach Should Exceed

What's A Man's Age? He Must Hurry More, That's All; Cram In A Day, What His Youth Took A Year To Hold.

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

I, Painting From Myself And To Myself, Know What I Do, Am Unmoved By Men's Blame Or Their Praise Either.

The Great Beacon Light God Sets In All, The Conscience Of Each Bosom.

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There, And Whoever Wakes In England Sees, Some Morning, Unaware.