Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

Doch Zittre Vor Der Langsamen, Der Stillen Macht Der Zeit. Yet Tremble At The Slow, Silent Power Of Time.

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.

Be True, And Thou Shalt Fetter Time With Everlasting Chain.